He had tried all night and still couldn't produce the Divine Liquid; soon, the sky began to lighten, and Tong Sanlang woke up. Qiao Xiaomai informed him of the situation.
Tong Sanlang also started to panic.
Creating the sixth grain wasn't a good thing or an achievement?
This was bad. Yang Wenxiao's entire family was eagerly waiting for the Divine Liquid. Without being able to extract it, this was...
Tong Sanlang pursed his lips and hesitantly began to speak, "Do you think... we should prepare a note in advance?"
"What's the use of preparing a note? When the time comes, Yang Wenxiao will definitely make you follow him closely. How can you pretend to be a descendant of Liuli and send the message away?" Qiao Xiaomai's little face scrunched up like a bitter melon.
"Let Master help." Tong Sanlang said as he hopped out of bed to prepare paper and ink. "Let Grandfather go back first and take the message to Master."
