He took a look at the great demon's storage bag.
"Palmwood? I can use it for the time being."
Other than a few stalks of vanilla and fragrant wood, Chang Ming had lost everything else.
"Let's refine the vanilla fragrant wood first. I hope that after this, my primordial spirit can recover a little."
One year, two years.
Chang Ming had been hiding in the cave.
In the forest, a few immortals became anxious.
"We can't wait like this. We have to do it."
On this day, Chang Ming had just refined the Incense Wood, and the crack on his primordial spirit had become smaller.
Boom~
A roar came from outside the cave.
Chang Ming extended his divine consciousness.
"Another one? Just in time."
It would be a waste not to take the goods that were delivered to their doorstep.
Chang Ming's primordial spirit clone flew out of the cave and appeared in front of the giant tiger.
