When Li Yao found Xu Zhicheng, the Grand Guardian of Nepenthe was working hard with his fellow workers and the spiritual puppets. On a crystal tank that had been smashed into pieces, he was dismantling the vehicle into the most fundamental parts with iron claws and blast drills in sweat so that they could be packed away.
Although he had suffered enough tortures from the Immortal Cultivators over the past few days, he was in delirious excitement right now. Ignoring other people's request that he should take a rest and treat his wounds, he was still on the frontline, cleaning the battlefield.
According to him, tearing down the Immortal Cultivators' Great Iron Plants and shipping it to the people that belonged to the underground towns was the most gratifying thing in the world. How could anything happen to him?
"Fellow Cultivator Li!"
