Seeing him engrossed in forging, Lu Xingyan quickly picked up the parts and rushed to assemble the first machine.
Noticing that both Yuezheng Yan and Lu Wumie were enthusiastic about their tasks, Lu Xingyan was quite pleased.
[Old Sixth, the little antagonist is really serious, I can see it, he is suitable to be an Artifact Refiner.]
Yuezheng Yan: "..." Lu Xingyan, curse some more!
[And Lu Wumie, like a carrot on a stick, is also very obedient.]
Yuezheng Yan: "..." That's for sure, with six spirit vein mines on the line.
So, if he wasn't fishing for spirit vein mines here, straining himself in forging, what was it for?
Was it because being the Demon Lord wasn't prestigious, or because the Magic Lotuses at the Demon Hall weren't appealing?
"Sick in the head," Yuezheng Yan sighed softly.
"Why are you cursing me?" Lu Wumie immediately shot him a dagger-like glare, eyes blazing as he demanded an explanation.
Yuezheng Yan with a numb and speechless look: "You heard wrong."