If there's still an opportunity to gather supplies, he won't miss it.
"General Song, it's time for a mission." Just as Song Changming was thinking of refining the Witch Seal a bit longer, Ma Guxi's voice came from outside the door.
"Got it." Song Changming responded, ending his daily cultivation earlier than planned, which he had grown accustomed to.
Recently, the demon infestation hadn't abated, and the soldiers in the army frequently had to go out to fight demons.
He picked up the little yellow chicken perched beside him.
"Stay honest in the room. If you run out again and get picked up and roasted by the soldiers, don't blame me for not warning you." Song Changming tapped its forehead, the touch was soft and comforting.
"Chirp chirp." Xiaohuang was displeased with Song Changming's casual handling but still nodded obediently.
