"Commoner, commoner!"
"Shameless martial artist, vulgar, vulgar!"
"Rites are collapsing, music is dying, rites are collapsing and music is dying, since ancient times, even a tyrant has never demanded money from the gentlemen, Prince Qin, you, you!"
"Have you fallen into the money pit?!"
The noisy sounds woke Nan Hanwen, this scholar was busy until late last night—under the power of the Mo Family Mechanism Technique and the martial artists, the construction of the Qilin Academy had advanced rapidly, and part of it was already in use.
General Fan Qing, a trusted confidant of Prince Qin, used carrying wood as a new training for recruits.
The martial artists, with strength greater than bulls, directly elevated the construction speed of the new academy to a higher level, but this left Nan Hanwen exhausted, working into the night every day, today he half-consciously raised his head early in the morning, with a somewhat painful expression.
"Ah? What's going on?!"
