Update to the Eye of Appraisal, Mining the Imperial Tomb

Over the next few days, Sword Forging Manor carried out postwar reviews.

Moreover, this battle had been a real-world test of the "Manor-Suppressing Treasure," the Progenitor Demon God mecha. They had found plenty of flaws that needed improvement, so the various people in charge began working together to improve it and update the version.

After all, as practitioners of the farming style, they still loved tinkering with all kinds of machinery and conducting DIY research.

At the same time, Ye Kuang Xiu's advisory team began planning a new strategic layout for the Mountain Villa, making all sorts of plans for how to use the Chronicle of Ages.

After all.

They were no longer the youths who had gotten carried away whenever they won. Victory no longer made them overly pleased with themselves. They knew that the hardest part was protecting the Chronicle of Ages.

They had already flaunted themselves to the very peak of public attention. If they were knocked down, wouldn't they become complete fools?

They did not want to be ridiculed by the world and exposed as all show and no substance.

Of course.

Every department was working hard. Even Jiu Cai Rong, who was responsible for managing the Mountain Villa's finances and usually had nothing to do, had developed an official's addiction.

Jiu Cai Rong wanted every member of the blacksmith management team to write an eight-hundred-word postwar review, discussing their opinions on the battle. He called it "pooling everyone's wisdom."

But everyone else was busy working up a storm. Why was this capitalist the only one making trouble?

The result, of course, was that a group of people threw Jiu Cai Rong into the Blacksmith Shop, beat him into a divine artifact—a streetlamp.

Speaking of which, there had already been seven or eight streetlamps lining the