The incessant CLANG, CLANG of hammers striking filled the air. Da Bai stood with his hands behind his back, observing a group of Fire Qilins. "Remember," he said, "we are the great Fire Qilins. For us, Artifact Refining is a trivial matter."
SMACK!
"What do you think you're doing, slacking off? Do you still want this job? If not, you can head to the front lines. When you get roasted and eaten there, don't come crying to me that I didn't look out for you!"
The Fire Qilin, rubbing the back of its head where it had been smacked, gave a dopey smile. "Chief," it said, "I'm just a bit thirsty."
"Then drink up and get back to work."
Watching his clansmen laboring diligently, a hint of satisfaction touched Da Bai's face. He leisurely returned to his small office, retrieved a bag of potato chips and a bottle of Blissful Lazybones Soda, and happily settled onto a reclining chair.
These Fire Qilins possessed very diluted Bloodlines. Da Bai had requested them from Chen Jiuge.
