In the Saint Temple, the last batch of spiritual medicines has already entered the Xuanhuan Star, and everyone's expressions were somewhat uneasy and worried.
This situation was the most troubling; clearly, there was the ability to complete the fixed assessment, but the time was too tight.
"Time, when truly needed, is really frustrating," Sheng Da sighed continuously in the Saint Temple, shaking his head repeatedly.
Seeing the other's demeanor, Lin Qian found it quite amusing: "Don't worry, it's not a problem; you're probably going to be quite busy next."
Within the Xuanhuan Star, on a vast plain, there were piles of spiritual medicines and materials, resembling mountain peaks, stacked in front of Huasheng.
Huasheng, whose appearance was that of an old man, had his hands behind his back and suddenly teleported onto the plain. He showed no sign of surprise looking at the large amount of spiritual medicine in front.
