Longevity Immortal City.
Liang Sheng's Mansion.
At this moment, all the cultivators standing outside the mansion's gate wore stupefied expressions as they couldn't help but pinch their thighs, fearing that they had misheard.
"Refining spirit tools for us?"
How is this possible?
While they were hesitant, Liang Sheng didn't care about their reactions and continued speaking.
"Of course, I have my conditions for doing so. If you want me to refine spirit tools, you have to provide all the materials, and I don't guarantee that I'll be successful in doing so.
Anyway, those who believe, come; those who don't, don't mind. Also, the time required for me to refine spirit tools is uncertain, and you cannot rush me.
As for whom I will refine spirit tools for, I will only consider the order of arrival, regardless of anyone's background. This word, fair to young and old!"
