Such a huge Oil Lake was just a pimple on this middle-aged man's face.
The island in the middle of the Oil Lake was the hard core in the center of the pimple.
Li Banfeng was pondering a question. Where am I positioned? On his face? I'm on someone else's face...
The concept wasn't easy to grasp, but Li Banfeng managed it, simply assuming the man's face was immense.
Yet, he could still see the middle-aged man, perceiving him with normal size and perspective. I'm standing on this person's face, looking at this very same person. Now, *this* is hard to understand. What kind of dimensional being is he?
The middle-aged man cupped his fist to Li Banfeng. "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Face, and my given name is Lian Bud."
Li Banfeng hurriedly returned the gesture. "My surname is Li, and my given name is Li Bufeng."
Lian Bud stared at Li Banfeng for a long moment, then said seriously, "My face truly isn't big. Even my wife says so."
