The sky was nearing dusk.
Fox Mountain side palace.
Amidst the rising white fog, two blazing red figures, Big Flower Arm and Hu Toujian, rushed out carrying boxes.
"Whimper, whimper!"
"Howl, howl!"
Both foxes were quite depressed!
Out of stock!
This time, the real world is truly out of stock!
Initially, today was a great harvest, quite a happy day, yet by the 47th trip to the real world, they were already out of stock!
Bai Mo stepped forward to pat his two disciples on the head.
"No need to be depressed.
"This... today's wave of goods... uh... conservatively speaking, whether it's enough or not, it's enough for us at Fox Mountain for a few months."
He raised his head looking toward the side of the hall.
All the Great Tripods were used up, today's harvest of Black Ghost Eyes could only be piled on the ground, from the floor to the ceiling, piece by piece, densely packed, piled into a mountain.
...
In the grassland taller than people.
