Waiting silently.
Ji Jue's gaze swept over, then he looked elsewhere and withdrew it.
A cat-and-mouse game, huh?
"You better be careful not to get bitten on the ear by the mouse you look down upon."
He took a deep breath, ignoring the acute pain in his legs, leaned against the wall to stand, and step by step made his way to the material warehouse—the mouse's immediate priority was to make a pair of crutches for itself.
Jian Yuan was even more generous than he had anticipated.
At the same time, he was much stronger than Ji Jue had imagined.
The inside and outside of the fourth floor of the workshop were completely two different worlds. The outside at best was nothing more than a workshop, while inside, it seemed like a world crafted by Jian Yuan himself.
Separated by just a door, once pushed open, one could see the deep, distant shelves that seemed endless, with a plethora of materials neatly categorized and extending as far as Ji Jue's senses could reach.
