As for the experimental equipment and such, they were all too large. He couldn't carry them out to sell by himself, and he didn't know who to sell them to.
He couldn't just haul them to a scrap yard, right?
Wouldn't that make him just like a junk collector?
Just as Ye Qingzhou was cursing "pauper" under his breath and planning to leave, the Dragon Abyss Sword emitted a slight tremor, seemingly guiding him somewhere.
Subsequently, Ye Qingzhou found a glass jar filled with nutrient solution, containing a piece of flesh the size of a fist.
The tremor from the Emperor's Sword Longyuan grew more intense, clearly filled with longing for this unknown piece of flesh.
"Do you want to eat it?"
Ye Qingzhou couldn't figure out how a sword could eat a piece of meat: "Didn't you just have your fill?"
Dragon Abyss trembled slightly, and Ye Qingzhou immediately sensed the Sword Spirit's intent: Full, but still craving more.
