Zhang Bihuang froze at first, then was overwhelmed with joy.
That old Daoist had just torn open the heavens using the yellow talisman Yang Yong had brought forth.
She had seen it perfectly clearly.
Even an old Daoist with such heaven-reaching abilities had needed something Yang Yong forged, and had even incurred a favor.
That was enough to prove just how terrifying Yang Yong's creations were.
She had been worried Yang Yong would refuse to honor the promise.
After all, Wang Ying had made it, not Yang Yong himself.
She had never expected this.
Yang Yong was actually so decisive.
But at the mention of "materials," Zhang Bihuang found herself in a bind again, her face instantly falling.
The Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy.
It had always followed a survival strategy of "avoid contact with others and run at the first sign of danger," leaving it appallingly short on resources.
The entire convoy had nothing worth offering.
Even Zhang Wenyuan's Hunter Sequence longbow had been cobbled together and modified by Xiao Yuxia using her Mechanic Sequence abilities, and could barely inflict the slightest damage on Eerie.
And.
That Staff in Zhang Bihuang's own hands.
She had simply carved it from a random piece of wood. All looks and no substance, it offered absolutely no enhancement beyond looking nice.
Poor!
Flat broke!
Getting them to produce rare treasures suitable for forging a Curio would be harder than climbing to heaven.
One look at her expression told Yang Yong most of what he needed to know.
He was just about to sweet-talk the Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy into working for him as laborers, slowly accumulating materials.
Deep within his dantian, the incessant clanging of forging abruptly stopped!
Yang Yong's heart jolted.
Done?
Why was it so fast this time?