After cultivating for a while, Ling Chuxi and LAN Xinyu went to bed early.
Tomorrow, she would be able to see the core array of the blue cloud shuttle. Ling Chuxi was a little excited and also a little expectant. This was really a case of a flower that was deliberately planted but not blossomed, and a Willow that was inadvertently planted would grow into shade. With an Xiuwen's help, she might really be able to refine a flying spirit weapon.
Thinking about the millions of Yuan she could easily earn a year, miss Ling's eyes began to spin.
The next morning, everyone was once again gathered in the hall.
"Your Excellency, everyone is here. You can announce it now." One of the lackeys counted the number of people and bowed to an Xiuwen with a flattering expression.