Indeed a grand gesture.
As the team delved deeper into the darkness, with the crisp sound of footsteps echoing, Fu Qian's satisfaction was directly proportional to the lack of light.
Using such extraordinary materials in a no-expense-spared manner to create such a gigantic entity.
If it's truly used to store something inside, its value should be much higher than that ring Miss Yingzhu possesses.
And the latter is already capable of allowing a mortal body to freely wield extraordinary power.
A workshop that can automatically forge "weapons"?
This indeed seems a reasonable explanation, yet Fu Qian is simultaneously curious about what grants this miraculous effect.
The development of events so far, relying on a transcendent mental state, has seemingly allowed him to touch upon the core secret of this organization—within the politeness spectrum, efficiently.
