Baiyi didn't rush to catch up, instead taking out a few jars of wine from the Demon Realm, "As a legislator, I can't just focus on farming all the time. This is a little gift for this meeting. In a while, someone will bring the rest over."
Metheus wrinkled his nose slightly, somewhat puzzled, "Hmm? Di Feng has only existed for fifteen hundred years, this wine..."
"There are always some ways. After all, I can offer the Federation three worlds; what I have isn't any less." Baiyi said as the power of the Demon Realm flashed, and he left, following the traces in space.
Metheus was stunned, turned his head, and looked at the legendary herb garden he personally cultivated, which had turned into a large pit, somewhat helpless.
"Young people..." He shook his head, and the glow of magic power flickered continuously, as large patches of black soil once again filled the giant pit.
