C306 Smithing

At the top floor of the Nine Spirit Pavilion, Chu Mengyuv was sitting alone in a cubicle. Under the light of the Demon Core, a delicate and lovely girl was rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Although Chu Mengyuv was also in the Martial King realm, the shopping mall's long and intense trade still made her body abnormally tired.

"Whew."

Stretching her back lazily, Chu Mengyuv heaved a sigh of relief