The next day.
Lang Qianxing had no idea what Lu Zixun had said to him the night before.
Just as he woke up and stepped out of his tent, he saw Lu Zixun, with the bright sun above him, directing the members of the Teeth Wolf Clan in constructing defense works.
"Morning."
Still bleary-eyed, Lang Qianxing, yawning, waved at Lu Zixun.
"How exactly are things with the Demon Clan's technology?"
Lu Zixun, who had been up for a while, was only feeling overwhelmed now.
"What's up?"
Lang Qianxing, who had walked to the pond to wash his face, asked groggily.
"Not to mention metal, even moving stones requires manpower, and these stones aren't even that sturdy."
As he spoke, Lu Zixun lifted his paw and smacked down, turning a stone into powder, "Look, just like this."
"Emm…"
