Lin Che flicked her forehead hard, straightened up from the bedside, and threw her a mirror: "Okay."

Zhao Xi picked up a mirror and looked at herself.

As expected of a great immortal, not a single scar was left on his face; he recovered in just one night.

The mirror given by Manager Qian broke. Chongming flew back to the Immortal Realm to deliver the message, but the news he brought back made Zhao Xi want to wait for several months.

She had known all along that this mirror was no ordinary magical artifact, but she never expected it would take several months to make.

In order not to keep Manager Qian waiting for too long, she had no choice but to write down some detailed recipes and send them to the Immortal Realm.

"Spirit Fire Glazed Glass? Isn't glazed glass just glass? Why would you find glass in the abyss?"

The prime minister transformed into a little boy wearing a tortoise shell, standing on tiptoe by the table, one small hand supporting the table, while the other reached into the tortoise shell and pulled out a map.

"Headmistress, the Spirit Fire Glaze can only be found in volcanoes deep in the abyss. You can't find such fierce fire spirit energy anywhere else."

Zhao Xi wondered, "Is the volcano of the Five Spirits Hall fierce?"

"Much, much, much, much fiercer than that one!" The Prime Minister nodded, gesturing wildly, his entire center of gravity shifted by the tortoise shell, and he landed with a thud on the wooden floor of the treehouse.

Zhao Xi was startled and quickly got up to check.

The moment it fell, it retracted all four limbs, head, and tail into its shell, completely unaffected. Peeking out, it lay on the ground and continued, "I heard no one has gotten it for many years. I don't understand things on land, and I can't find Father God. Could Headmistress ask Father God? If he intervenes, he'll definitely be able to get it."