Inside the vast Mingde Hall, busy Soul Tool Masters moved back and forth. At a glance, there were more than five hundred of them.
A faint metallic scent hung in the air. Some people sighed from time to time, while others cheered. Human joys and sorrows did not connect.
Jing Ziyan arrived alone at Xuan Ziwen's private laboratory within Mingde Hall.
The metal door opened. Inside, Xuan Ziwen, dressed in white, stood beside the experimental table with his arms folded across his chest. He seemed to have run into a problem, his gaze solemn.
Even the faint sound of the metal door opening failed to rouse him.
As a fellow Soul Tool Master, Jing Ziyan knew it was inappropriate to interrupt his train of thought. She quietly sat down on a sofa to the side.
"Got it." Ten minutes later, Xuan Ziwen suddenly slapped his forehead and began working excitedly at the experimental table.
Only when an excited laugh gradually rang out did Jing Ziyan finally speak. "Senior Brother, what have you developed this time?"
Hm?
Only then did Xuan Ziwen notice someone sitting on the sofa beside him.
Seeing Jing Ziyan, Xuan Ziwen smiled. "Nothing much. Just a component for a transportation-type Soul Tool."
"By the way, did you meet the people from Shrek Academy at Mingyue Hotel?"
With a light press of the button beside the door, the laboratory quickly sealed itself shut. Xuan Ziwen was still extremely cautious in his work.
"I did." Jing Ziyan's expression grew complicated. "But your excellent student made a request. It depends on whether you're willing to agree, Senior Brother."
"A request?" Xuan Ziwen paused. "Let's hear it."
Jing Ziyan clearly recounted the three requests Huo Yuhao had made.
As he listened, Xuan Ziwen's gaze grew increasingly grave.
The distribution of Mingde