Sword Casting Manor, Magic Copper Mine Cave.
The cave was dimly lit, with flickering oil lamps illuminating the walls.
A gigantic figure formed of embers sat cross-legged.
In addition to the fusion of those two thousand maidservants, a group of fierce blacksmiths also carved out their shadows, merging them in.
"Success!"
"Xinyi Continent City, I see the image opposite the cake."
"It seems that we can also talk? Like the residual thoughts of those thousands of female prisoners?"
"Mother of Non-Life, the supreme?"
"Can they hear us on the other side?"
"Not sure, maybe they can hear the instinctive residual thoughts of the maidservants, but not our voices?"
"Indeed, they have two thousand mixed residual thoughts, and we only have three hundred here, can't compete."
...
Ning Zheng flew into the sky, listening to the pile of mad murmurs on her, a bit speechless.
But she did not stop them either.
