"Where could I even go? I heard the mainland is also experiencing outbreaks everywhere," Xiao Shou said with a bitter and helpless expression, he leaning in as if sharing a secret. "I will go take a look outside first."
After speaking, he cupped his hands and left without acknowledging the landlord's troubled expression.
Once outside, Xiao Shou immediately felt that everything was different.
Every dozen steps, he saw Yingzhou soldiers, officials, cultivators from Fanghu Mystic Isle, and monks, all drenched in sweat as they worked frantically.
Even many cultivators above the Golden Core stage looked tense, their foreheads covered in sweat.
What was going on?
He extended his divine sense and discovered that they were capturing traces of the Seven Deadly Sins within the spiritual energy and dragging them into wooden-type magic treasures.
Was it really that difficult?
Each person was only catching a tiny amount, yet they looked like they were risking their lives.
