We Have To Work Overtime Even If The Sky Doesn't Collapse

These two days, Fang Ning had been staying in the third level of Draconic Arcane Realm as he wandered back and forth.

Over here, the place was shaded with rows of trees and filled with herbs, which gave a fragrant aroma.

With everything available, everything was naturally green and pollution free. As he stayed over here, his state of mind was relaxed and untroubled.

It was just that after making a few calls, he started to look from time to time at the Whitestone people who were working tirelessly. Occasionally, he looked like he was hesitant to speak, which made Sir System feel odd.

Finally, Sir could not hold it in anymore so it said, "Rich-man Host, you contributed greatly to the worship ceremony this time, thus I didn't bother you for strolling around here for two days. That being said, you've rested enough, it's time to work…"