"You mean the materials in this room?" Mobi Chen suddenly thought of something, jumped up, and said, "Wait, let me check."
He rushed upstairs, then clattered back down, pulling out several pieces of broken materials from his bag, "The last time they fought in the room, the ceiling upstairs cracked and a few pieces fell off.
Since the ceiling was pretty thick, it didn't break through to the sky, so I didn't bother with it.
Mr. Hill, do these materials look the same as the walls?
Do you want them?"
Mr. Hill held his breath, seeing these identical pieces of materials, "The God of Time and Space is truly generous!"
He couldn't help but ask, "These materials are very precious, they have never appeared before, don't you plan on keeping them?"
"Mr. Hill, we will absolutely not appear as those sort of master craftsmen.
No one would waste time learning to craft alchemy.
