Chu Sheng completely let himself go.
Inside the shipping container, one Top-Grade Spiritual Plant after another silently turned to ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, outside the national treasury, the scene was still one of bustling activity.
The National Mansion guards and movers were all drenched in sweat, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Faster, faster, faster! Pick up the pace! No dawdling!"
"The Special Envoy said we have to fill the national treasury with all the supplies coming in from across the country within three days! Anyone who dares to waste time will be sentenced to a lifetime ban from the red-light district...!"
The supervising officer held a megaphone, screaming his lungs out.
The workers didn't even have time for a sip of water, desperately hauling cart after cart of supplies into the depths of the treasure vault.
They had no idea.
