"Congratulations to the Young City Lord, your divine skill is complete. In the future, you will certainly rise to great heights, massacre the Wuwen Race, and establish great merits!"
Su Yue stepped out, and Zili quickly praised.
She carefully glanced inside the tent.
As expected.
The ground had already been dried by the heat, still filled with a wonderful scent.
In the Yangxiang Race's mind, the scent of moisture baked by the heat is the world's most pleasant aroma.
Truly terrifying.
Zili sighed once more.
"Continue making the pills."
Su Yue said coldly, his face expressionless.
"As you command!"
Zili was accustomed to Su Yue's domineering nature, she also admired this spirit, for it belonged to someone achieving great things.
"Young City Lord, do you have any plans for transporting the source ores?"
Zili asked.
