Although Shen Yanxiao could make superior sacred tools, her purpose was very obvious: to use them in battle. She knew nothing about the other types of sacred tools, so she could only rely on other alchemists to help Xiu.
Fortunately, dwarves had the most alchemists, so Mengmeng Qi was not worried at all.
"The Alchemist Convention will be held in two days. At that time, I will invite the first place winner to build a sacred tool for me." Mengmeng Qi said. This was the good thing about being a king: you had some privileges in everything you did!
"Okay." Xiu was still very optimistic about the alchemy of the dwarves.
"For the next few days, I will use my power to suppress the dark devil seed's absorption of your vitality." Once the confinement-type sacred tool was completed, Xiu would take out the dark devil seed in Mengmeng Qi's body.
