The next morning.
Ning Zheng went up the mountain with anticipation.
Arriving at the square, Ning Zheng glanced at Jiucai Rong streetlights along the road, all busy editing documents, and felt quite satisfied.
The 24-hour work system is already a common practice at the villa.
The night-time idle blacksmiths also continued their daytime research.
Early this morning, combined with last night's research, the first version of the report book now fresh off the press.
"Sir, this is the report book."
Jiucai Rong handed it over respectfully.
Ning Zheng glanced over it and immediately had a rough understanding of one attribute.
This thing is indeed a Soul-Draining Metal.
In fact, it's not just souls; flames, rays... any energy without substance will be absorbed.
After all, the essence of a soul is also a type of energy.
But its efficiency in absorbing souls is clearly the highest, naturally being a nemesis of soul-type entities.
