"At the time, those guys from Little East Asia refused to believe it."
"They went on and on about how powerful the Eight-Headed Serpent was, and how many people it had killed in their country."
"And how so many of their Celestial Masters had died trying to kill it, but could only manage to seal it away."
"But when we threw half its tail down in front of them, they all shut right up."
Speaking of which, Song Meiqin chimed in with a proud, coquettish voice:
"Of course~"
"What mountain is this?"
"This is Taixing Mountain! How many Emperors have come here to perform sacrifices? The mountain god here is incredibly powerful."
"How could some backwater mountain from their country even compare?"
The group chatted casually, but Lu Yuan didn't join the conversation.
He just turned, opened the carriage window, and lifted the curtain to look outside.
In the distance was the massive factory.
The exterior was now completely finished.
