Leaving the Divine Monkey Tribe, Feng Wuchen and Huang Yun hurried back to the headquarters in a rush.
The grand hall of the Divine Monkey Tribe was still in shock, as if immobilized by a spell, motionless and with a dazed expression, like puppets.
The main materials for refining the top-tier Divine Artifact were ready, and Feng Wuchen couldn't wait to forge the artifact to suppress the Divine Fire.
"Shaoh Feng..." Man Zhentian hadn't even had a chance to call out to Feng Wuchen when he already slipped into the palace.
"What's up with Shaoh Feng? Didn't he get the Amber Phoenix Cry Stone?" Gumo Yun asked doubtfully, thinking Feng Wuchen was upset for not obtaining the Amber Phoenix Cry Stone.
"Huang Yun, what's going on?" Man Zhentian looked at Huang Yun and asked.
Huang Yun respectfully said, "President, elders, Shaoh Feng is eager to refine the artifact. He went to the Divine Monkey Tribe and returned in less than an hour, probably only Shaoh Feng dares to do this."
