Boom!
The male lead was slapped underground by the Gold Bimeng.
Zhao Yi was quite satisfied.
Then, he turned to look at the Sage of Time and sighed.
"Let's talk about installing antennas. I think the Dragon Race's horns, with more branches, might receive signals better. What do you think?"
The Sage of Time hesitated and said uncertainly, "I think that's quite absurd!"
He looked at Zhao Yi, unsure, "Venerable One, are you sure your compatriot really turned from a magic idiot to a magic expert just by installing a horn in the Magic World?"
Zhao Yi nodded confidently, "I'm sure! It's written like that in 'The Demon Law.'
"The Demon Law? What's that?"
The Sage of Time was stunned for a moment.
Apparently, he had never heard of such a strange book in the Magic World.
The Sage of Time asked in confusion, "Could it be, in the hundred thousand years I've been trapped here, a remarkable genius appeared in the Magic World? But how did he do it? This method is unheard of!"
