"Sir! They've all arrived!"
Wu Man hurriedly rushed to the yard, still holding the communicator Zhou Zhengde had given him.
Daoist Wang responded, continuing to focus on his blacksmithing, "Don't rush, let Xiao Shen deal with them first, I need to observe what these scientific researchers are talking about."
Upstairs by the window, Zheng Shiduo, half-asleep, couldn't help but yawn and remarked nostalgically,
"You really aren't tired at all, are you? I'm almost at my limit here."
"If you can't hold on, go and rest," Wang Jixuan said with a smile, "don't compare with me; I can go for several days and nights without sleep."
As for sleep, he humbly stepped back on that topic.
The only rest a cultivator takes is in meditation unless they're injured or have exhausted too much mental energy in battle, which might lead them to faint or choose to sleep for a little while.
Daoist Wang continued the ding ding of his hammering.
