Suddenly, in Xiaozhang's pocket, his phone vibrated.
"Whose message?"
Qiaozhang pulled out his phone. When he saw the sender, his expression instantly turned grave.
His consciousness sank into his mind.
"Master, there's an order for us from Prince Bai Bao's side..."
...
Pharmaceutical factory, in the office.
Bai Mo was drinking tea, frowning slightly.
"Is there really no kind-hearted investor willing to fund my research materials..."
He drank tea, feeling extremely anxious.
"That herd at the Immortal Committee is digging like crazy.
"That ruin isn't even that deep, they're about to dig right through it, aren't they?
"Will the investors make it in time?"
...
Inside the dream.
In the pitch-dark vegetable garden, the Gao Gou Ancient Immortal and his disciple Xiaozhang were in a frantic rush, manufacturing Copper Plates!
"Master, do we really have to carve them on the spot? There aren't any ready-made ones?"
