"Has Xuanming emerged yet?"
Elder Tai, with two mechanical hands like pliers, took Huang Zhenren's talisman paper to inspect it, while his other six arms continuously assembled parts on the workbench. He rotated his four heads in turn, looking at the letter, then at Li Fan, and then at the surrounding components.
Li Fan just stared dumbfounded at the sight before him, this Elder Tai. How to put it, like a spider with four heads growing on its back.
