1692: Interastral Peace Corporation: Sell Me the Preservation Shield-Name Your Price! / 1693: Little Jiu Gets Buried by Chen Luo

"Seems pretty interesting." March 7th found this mode of transportation genuinely fascinating.

"The presentation is over." Dan Heng, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly spoke.

Chen Luo looked toward the stage and happened to meet Cocolia's cold, indifferent gaze.

Cocolia had just been about to step off the side of the stage and settle the score with Chen Luo when she saw him raise his middle... index finger.

Following the direction Chen Luo pointed, Cocolia saw a black dot in the sky that was continuously growing larger.

Cocolia instinctively pulled out Chen Luo's schedule.

It clearly read: After the speech, receive representatives from the Interstellar Peace Corporation.

Cocolia glanced at Chen Luo, who had already risen and bowed farewell to her, then at the Interstellar Peace Corporation spacecraft that had descended to a hundred meters above the ground and drawn the attention of most residents.

"Chen! Luo!"

Cocolia's resentful voice made Bronya, who had been about to ask whether Cocolia was feeling unwell, feel her scalp tingle.

Still, she put the bigger picture first and prepared to receive the Interstellar Peace Corporation representatives.

Interstellar Peace Corporation: Sell Me the Preservation Shield—Name Your Price!

Dig a hole, bury some dirt, count a few...

Wrong channel!

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Chen Luo said as he carried a hoe over his shoulder.

Chen Luo had come to fertilize the World Tree.

The growth of the World Tree often required a tremendous amount of energy. If it were a complete world, there naturally would not be much need to worry about that.

But if it was privately cultivated, and one wanted the World Tree to grow quickly, things became rather troublesome.

There were several ways to help the World Tree grow, and Chen Luo had happened to