With the characteristic proficiency of a Mechanical Race professional in crafting various mechanical products, as long as the equipment kept up, the speed and success rate of production were certainly higher than Shen Yurou's.
"Okay, I'm on it."
Having collected a pile of several hundred items, Fan Yuer was at a loss for words.
However, Zi Liyuan had already warned her of the potential dangers she might encounter on this journey, so for the sake of her own life, she naturally wouldn't be careless.
Thus, after agreeing, she slapped away Lord Zi's mischievous hand that was grasping at her pectoral muscles and turned to leave.
Left with no ball to play with, Lord Zi once again sprawled on the sofa, pulling out a book twice as thick as a dictionary and began to read.
"Damn it, if it weren't for my spirit being strong enough to reach a level of photographic memory, memorizing such a thick book would probably cause all my flowing hair to fall out."
