It could be said that Yan Yubanruo now sees the world exactly the same as Fang Mu.
Thinking of the value of the Soul of Death, Yan Yubanruo added another sentence.
"The Soul of Death needs to be refined from the Soul of Life, and its value is high."
"You not only have to use the Soul of Death to nurture me but also those toys under my control."
"This will be a substantial consumption!"
"And once the battle starts, the dead creatures controlled by me are likely to be destroyed. I don't want to be too wasteful!"
Yan Yubanruo's words were sincere, but Fang Mu couldn't help cringing at the corners of his mouth.
His Guardian Beast understands thrift, and for a while, Fang Mu wasn't sure whether to be happy or to reflect on the fact that he had made Yan Yubanruo feel the pressure of life.
Fang Mu was unaware of how exactly the Soul of Death was refined.
There was no record of how to refine the Soul of Death in any of the books that Fang Mu had read.