"This is really amazing, the precision even surpasses mine... It's no less than a top-grade Alchemy Furnace, right?"
Vladimir leaned forward, marveling, "Indeed, Miss Huaizhi is a formidable foe beyond my expectations... Even if plans change, it's no big deal; truly satisfying, satisfying!"
Endlessly rambling, talking to himself, speaking his own words.
Like someone living in their own world.
Does not care if others can understand, nor does he care what others think of him.
Vladimir reached out, retrieving a bespoke material box from under the table, placed it on the cooking station, and asked, "I know Miss Huaizhi tends to act later, so if I handle the ingredients a bit before the competition starts, it's alright, right?"
From the slight opening of the material box, continuous cold mist wafted upward.
Undoubtedly, it was artificially simulated extreme cold.
