Behind the warehouse door.
Bai Mo sat at the table, sipping tea while flipping through the volume of Fake Pill Scripture.
Sometimes he would jot down notes in his notebook, sometimes he would ponder for a while.
"Hmm... this... hand it over to the Ghost Eye Machine Room for simulation."
Since he had the Ghost Eye Machine Room, he became too lazy to jot down things himself. With a thought, he sent the simulation tasks to the Machine Room for the Ghost Eyes to handle.
He himself picked up the hot tea on the table and took another sip.
The aroma of the tea filled his mouth.
"Hmm... this tea is not bad!"
Looking at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, he saw the tender buds were plump and vibrant green, freshly picked indeed.
"Hehe."
Bai Mo loved drinking tea, and so did his disciples, resulting in a continual supply of tea leaves on Fox Mountain.
