Xuan Ziwen: What Do You Mean You Can Instantly Make a Class 9 Soul Tool?

When Xuan Ziwen saw them enter, he turned around and said,

"The number of Soul Tool crafting tables is limited..."

"After these two finish their test, you three can be tested later."

Hearing this, Wang Shaojie, who stood at the front, felt dissatisfied.

His complexion was identical to that of the Sun Moon Empire's imperial family. It was not difficult to tell that he was a noble of the Sun Moon Empire.

Wang Shaojie had always been used to throwing his weight around. How could he possibly be willing to wait for others?

He suddenly stepped forward.

"Who has such a big reputation that they dare make me, Wang Shaojie, wait?"

However, when he turned his head around,

Huo Yuhao and Gu Yuena's faces instantly came into view.

"This..."

"What a damn hot chick!"

Zimu behind Wang Shaojie also leaned over.

The moment he saw Gu Yuena, his eyes went completely blank.

Zimu immediately felt that the silver-haired girl before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Compared to her, Ju Zi, the goddess he had previously fawned over without success...

Could only be considered an ordinary woman.

"That's right!"

Wang Shaojie swallowed and chimed in,

"She's even hotter than those little bitches from the Ordinary League."

Hearing their unbearably vulgar words, Xuan Ziwen frowned.

Of course, he knew what kind of place the Ordinary League was.

It was a place in Ming Capital's underworld that specialized in human trafficking and the flesh trade.

As a proper Soul Engineer wholly devoted to the field of Soul Tools, Xuan Ziwen naturally detested such filthy things.

He rubbed his forehead and secretly sighed.

Zimu and Wang Shaojie had both been forcibly shoved under his tutelage through connections.

He had long been dissatisfied with these ignorant, good-for-nothing