In the pitch-black dormitory hall.
Packed with foxes, they stared at the images in mid-air, watching the Little Volcano Military Factory's laboratory.
While watching, they occasionally pointed and chatted in fox language.
"Ying ying ying?"
"Aooo aooo aooo!"
Bai Mo wasn't watching with the disciples, but continued reading the documentation.
"I have already studied the current academic and industrial seed knowledge and the available medicines on Fox Mountain.
"It's just that there's so little information from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty in my hands.
"If I could get that part of the data for verification, that would be great.
"Unfortunately, what I've unearthed is too little.
"Could it be that the Ancient Immortals of Cyan Moon Pill Palace completely abandoned this research?"
Bai Mo thought as he flipped through the literature.
