"It's not appropriate! This is my mistake." Mengmeng Qi admitted his mistake very directly. When he realized the problem, even if Shen Yanxiao said nothing, he knew what terrible consequences such a mistake had caused for the alchemists of his land.
No wonder the Alchemist Guilds urged the distribution of money and materials every quarter. Mengmeng Qi had been secretly complaining about this group of impatient alchemists before, but now it seemed that he was the culprit.
Shen Yanxiao smiled and said nothing more. Dwarves were more straightforward in their thinking, but as a king, they still needed the ability to think.
"We've been talking for a while. Master Mumu Fan should be anxious. Let him in first," Shen Yanxiao said.
Mengmeng Qi remembered that there was still Mumu Fan standing outside, so he nodded quickly.
Shen Yanxiao shrugged her shoulders and opened the closed door.
Outside the door, Mumu Fan stood motionless.
