In the outskirts of the Divine Capital, underground, within the ruins of an ancient civilization of the Ancient Demon Clan.
Zhao Qingfeng led Lu Wan, Shu Rongrong, and Xiao Baishuang to sit cross-legged at the edge of an array that had already been set up. The Pseudo God Circle Handicraft from Wang Qi quietly floated in the center of the array, rainbow-colored light accentuating the pristine white skirt, while a pure and beautiful smile hung on the round face.
After examining it for a long time, Xiao Baishuang smiled and said, "Honestly, Wang Qi did the right thing making the Divine Spirit look like this. Seeing her like this, I can't help but feel like paying my respects."
Lu Wan's voice rolled out thickly, "It's just that the pink hair and the strange clothing are a bit too much."
"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's start refining it."
