1769 Eternal, Wonderful New World

Looking at the foam that the wine raised in the crude bowl, Li Yao felt that he was looking at the most fatal poison. He demanded full of wariness, "What… do you want exactly?"

Professor Mo Xuan sat down and stretched out his arms comfortably. He picked up an escargot and sucked the delicious juice inside. Swallowing it down, he moaned in great satisfaction. He pointed at the dream-like village at the foot of the mountain with the greasy chopsticks and said, "Should I call you Fellow Cultivator Lin or Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture? But it doesn't matter. As you can see, I am a refiner. By the classification in our place, I am sort of a 'creation-type Cultivator'.

"Creation. Hehe. Yes. I have created countless pieces of precise and marvelous magical equipment in the past two hundred years. But they were all chainswords, vibration sabers, crystal cannons, crystal suits, and so on. All of them were weapons that we used to butcher our own kind!