Suddenly, the light spots converged into a glowing, petite little girl.
This little girl was only the size of an adult's palm, round and very cute.
However, she was currently in a state of rage, with hands on her hips, glaring at everyone below, and soon her gaze focused on Li Qianfan.
"You're the one disturbing my sleep? How dare you!"
The little girl said angrily, then flew over and landed on Li Qianfan's head, kicking and punching him.
Li Qianfan felt as if his head was being endlessly pecked by a woodpecker, with zero damage but full of insult.
"Are you the Magic Treasure Spirit of the Heavenly Spirit Vase?" Li Qianfan asked, holding his head.
"Obviously!"
The little girl, pulling on Li Qianfan's hair, huffed arrogantly: "I go by Tian Ling'er and not by any other name!"
"That's easy then. I'm your master, so you should listen to me. Get off my head," Li Qianfan said.
