"My master spent the entire night crafting this tea set, so he needs to recover. He said he needs at least half an hour."
After Lu Chen had refined his heart's eye, for some reason, his spiritual sense also became more acute. He gave a very vague sense of time before turning around and looking at the large bells all over the hill, quietly using the Hateful Heaven Pupil Technique.
"Elder Ning, these bell-shaped magical instruments all look different. Did you personally craft all of them?"
Of course, Ning Changzhong had no idea that Lu Chen could see him, a cold gleam in his eyes caught entirely by Lu Chen.
But his tone did not change at all, instead, he laughed and said, "Of course, with Changzhong as part of my name, I specialize in crafting various bell-shaped magical instruments."
"Then, Elder Ning, what special uses do these bell-shaped magical instruments have?"
