Early in the morning after the announcement was updated, blacksmiths kept going to check on the batch of breeding seedlings, making the spirit farmers roll their eyes incessantly.
"What are you looking at?"
"The seedlings won't appear until the afternoon. No matter how fast the cultivation is, it will take at least twenty-four hours, right."
"Stop crowding around our cultivation room like thieves. By afternoon, we promise you can have your precious spiritual roots growing lush and green on your heads."
But these blacksmiths expressed that they couldn't contain their excitement.
It's like a husband anxiously waiting outside the delivery room while his unfaithful wife is giving birth to their second child, pacing back and forth, both thrilled and worried his head might not be green enough.
...
In the medical hall.
Immortal Aunt and the Medical Fairy were jointly conducting research on the River Demon.
