Bronze Hall inside.
Bai Mo sat behind the desk, slowly reading the documents.
"The other materials are all fine, but the key is, we need a piece of Volcanic Smoke Sponge?"
Most modern sponges are petroleum chemical products.
The sponges from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty are a type of plant, named due to similar properties, but not actual sponges.
"There are fresh Ancient Immortal Dynasty sponges in the warehouse.
"The trouble is with this so-called... volcanic smoke?"
Four foxes carried a palanquin, carrying the master, "swish swish swish" down the mountain, through a wasteland, through two mountain ranges, and up to the peak of a small hill...
On the hilltop clearing, the palanquin was set down, Bai Mo stood up.
But here, there was no sign of a volcano anymore, just an ordinary mountain top square.
Whew...
A fierce wind blew past, not a single blade of grass grew, the land was cracked.
