"Su Yuan, I understand what you mean, but dismantling them here might not look very good, right?"
Chen Nuoyi glanced at Chi Le'an and other classmates who were still vigorously fighting the Sword Slaves.
Moreover, Instructor Zhao was quietly recording everyone's battlefield performance.
Although the Sword Slaves had long been transformed into something like a magical treasure, their bones could be considered as alloy, and they couldn't be seen as human anymore. But they did have a humanoid form.
Dismembering the Sword Slaves in front of everyone might get one isolated as a dangerous element, right?
Su Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Indeed, as they say, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. It's better if the customers don't see the raw materials of the magical treasures, lest they feel uncomfortable."
But if we don't dismantle and pack the Sword Slaves now, how should we handle this?
