Shen Bing was utterly speechless about that so-called Corgi Empire.
Hadn't you bastards seen your base get flattened? Why hadn't you made a single move since?
Had they been scared off?
Probably not. After all, the Corgi Empire should have had a clear understanding of Earth—a civilization that had developed for less than ten thousand years. How powerful could it possibly be?
But why weren't those fellows coming over?
Shen Bing couldn't figure it out.
Still, that suited him perfectly. He could make more thorough preparations.
After returning to Rongcheng, Shen Bing visited the company first and discussed arrangements for tomorrow's New Product Launch with Wang Sheng. Then he returned to Dragon Lake Ring Island.
He bathed, changed clothes, and entered the Gate to the Immortal Realm with a reverent heart.
Why go to all that trouble? To turn in his quest, of course.
Sun Simiao's quest had put him through absolute hell, so naturally, he hoped for a good reward.
When Shen Bing found Sun Simiao, the fellow was refining pills...
His method was rather novel. He sat in the middle, surrounded by a ring of alchemy furnaces.
"Looks like... this fellow's even more badass than Lord Lao!" Shen Bing stared blankly for a while.
Lord Lao could only refine one furnace of pills at a time. This fellow handled nine at once. That was something else.
Of course, Shen Bing didn't really believe this old man was more impressive than Lord Lao. What did Lord Lao refine? Nine-Turn Golden Core Pills! Which god in the Immortal Realm wouldn't covet those? Meanwhile, the pills Medicine God Sun refined were probably little different from candy in the eyes of the great gods.
"Immortal Friend Sun..." Seeing the old man's eyes narrowed to slits, Shen Bing couldn't help calling out.
Sun