Yang Yong's heart lurched.
What he dreaded most was this kind of custom crafting.
You never knew exactly what the other person had in mind.
If the finished product failed to suit their tastes, he would be the one taking the blame.
But Jiang Chen seemed able to see right through his thoughts. He turned his hand, and a blueprint appeared out of thin air in his palm before drifting lightly over.
"Make it according to this."
Yang Yong caught the blueprint, unfolded it, and looked it over.
The object on the blueprint was drawn in great detail, square and angular, with a cold, hard air.
As he studied it, doubts began to creep in...
Why does this feel less like a temporary palace and more like a military camp?
Still, he asked no questions. He looked away from the blueprint and toward Jiang Chen, waiting for the last crucial piece of information.
What about the materials?
Without any change in his handsome expression, Jiang Chen casually tossed out a sentence. "Find the materials yourself."
A flame of anger flared up inside Yang Yong.
Another one looking for a freebie.
He cursed inwardly but let none of it show on his face.
Since you won't provide any materials, don't blame me.
Yang Yong sank his consciousness into the space inside the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring and began picking through the mountains of junk.
Rusted iron doors, broken doors and windows, chipped kitchen knives, rust-covered outdoor air-conditioning units, scrapped bicycles he had collected who knew how long ago...
He specifically picked out useless scraps to bring out.
Curio Materials? Not a single one.
Formation enhancements? Not a chance.
Yang Yong had a temper too.
Corpse Ancestor or powerful big shot, if someone wanted him to fire up his furnace