His hair was completely chaotic, and he had forgotten that he was not in the Spiritual Flow Sect. He was fully immersed in the desperate struggle with the medicine, until the frenzied predicament. His eyes burned red, even the soul pretending to be a Nightmare trembled. He almost felt as if he had returned to the Fallen Sword World, and did not dare to interrupt Yan Xiaobao in the slightest way.
"This Yan Xiaobao is crazy!" he thought.
While Yan Xiaobao was researching his new spiritual medicine, Xu Xiaoshan was in another place in the Corpse Refinery, dejectedly pondering a certain issue that had emerged over the past six months or so. For some reason, the corpse refining serum in his oil refinery was being discharged faster than usual.
"What happened?" he wondered. Considering that at any given time over a thousand corpses were being refined, investigating the matter was a very daunting task. In any case, the serum discharge rate was still within an acceptable range.
