"Enough, girls, let's not sing anymore and focus on the task at hand,"
Wang Yuan gestured toward the [Returning Ruins], which had transformed into a Gathering Treasure Basin, with Black Gold flowing around it.
Flapping—!
A large group of beautiful Butterfly Immortals, dressed in blue work overalls and wearing white safety helmets, flew out hand in hand from the collective dream realm of the [Ancient Twelve Corpses].
The singing that everyone had just heard was not an illusion but indeed from the group of [Butterfly Immortals], who were hiding in the dream realm, singing their own worker's song.
Both the song and their attire originated from the thoughts Wang Yuan had inadvertently revealed, which were easily captured by this group of extraordinarily talented Heavenly People.
Despite being less than a year old and not understanding the lyrics of the song at all.
They only knew it sounded catchy and was quite fitting for the occasion.
