Lu Xiu kept sorting through and adjusting her ideas for constructing the new dungeon.
However, Yan Fushou and Shen Nian saw it completely differently.
The young girl sat on the soft grass with her head slightly lowered. A breeze swept past, and several silky strands of hair fell quietly against the smooth, snow-white curve of her neck.
She stared wordlessly at the scrap metal on the ground. Her despondent expression—though she was actually deep in thought—was heartbreaking to watch.
She was truly upset.
After all that effort, she had made a pile of junk.
This was the second known Root Skill in the Nine Provinces, yet it could only achieve this much. Who wouldn't be upset?
Shen Nian looked at Lu Xiu's fair profile, thought for a moment, then carefully knelt down on the grass beside her. She leaned close, lightly bumped Lu Xiu with her shoulder, and comforted her softly. "Master... are you okay? Didn't you make an incredibly powerful weapon before? This skill is very strong. It must be these trash items that aren't worthy of your skill."
Seeing Lu Xiu with her eyes lowered, Yan Fushou's heart sank even further. He felt like he truly deserved to die.
He quickly cleared his throat twice, trying to change the subject. "Lu Xiu, by the way... do you have time to visit the Frontier?"
"I already heard Li Shengkai talk about the placed dungeons. I have to say, this place is truly spectacular."
Yan Fushou softened his tone. "What I mean is, would you like to try placing a smaller-scale dungeon on the Frontier?
"You said Sekiro and Dark Souls might have issues. Could we try Outlast or Resident Evil instead?
"We could also place the Lordvessel's Bonfire while we're at it. Think of it as changing environments and