“Why are all of you sulking?”
Hu Qi smiled and said, “I’m Looking for you guys to help with the work, not to rush to the funeral. This fellow’s armament refining is not something that can be completed in a few days. If he succeeded, I’m afraid he would be at least an earth-rank...”
Hu Qi’s face turned slightly yellow as she smiled and said, “Old Niu, work!”
Niu Baidao was a little annoyed. He ignored her as he drank his wine, he muttered, “I shouldn’t have invited all of you back then. Each and every one of you died very quickly. I’m still in good spirits. I feel like I can live for another three to five hundred years. All of you are going to die...”
“Isn’t Old Wang still alive? I’ve been looking forward to his death for many years. That divine text of his can definitely form a mystic realm, and it’s even a high-end mystic realm...”
