"Hurry up and start!" Ling Han was unable to wait, as if he already saw the last part of the Nine Dragons Tyrant Body Art waving at him.
"…Brat, you're too arrogant!" Even the formation spirit argued needlessly.
Ling Han laughed loudly and entered the building ahead.
Xiu, his figure swayed and appeared in a medicinal room with walls in the surroundings, set with rows of shelves, on which were all sorts of medicinal ingredients, while the medicinal furnace was in the middle.
He sensed it momentarily—well, his divine sense was extracted again.
Ling Han couldn't help but exclaim what a pity it was. The medicinal ingredients here were at least of the ninth tier, and he wanted to bring out the medicinal pill after refining it. Never would he have thought that it was just a mental space, and all was just an illusion.