"Fine Gold, Mystic Iron, Mountain Copper..."
Li Ang took a deep breath, his mind racing. Recently, through continuous experimentation, he had managed to consume Spiritual Power to control Mo Si, preventing it from devouring nearby silver ingots.
But if an entire room were filled with precious metals like Fine Gold and Mystic Iron, and he had to make contact...
Would Mo Si really not lose control?
I must find a way to keep it under control.
Li Ang calmly set down the explanation papers about the academic credit system, his mind racing to find a solution.
As the Haotian Bell rang, marking the end of the day's studies, Li Ang collected his Red Horse from the stables, stepped into the stirrups, and returned to Chang'an.
In the evening, Li Ang received a second letter from Yizhou, sent by Aunt Song, which included 1,500 strings of coins.
