"Fei Luo, what brings you here?" Ophelia asked.
"Princess Ophelia, I've finished making the clay vats you requested. It's just that I can't move them all by myself..." Fei Luo only found out today that the young female who traded rice at the market was actually the Princess of the Golden Dragon Clan. He felt extremely apprehensive, his face flushed with shame.
Ophelia instantly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were done, it was fine. She knew full well that a single male couldn't transport one hundred water vats on his own anyway.
"Also, I... I made two hundred of them."
Ophelia was surprised. "Two... two hundred? That's so many."
Fei Luo scratched his black hair, which was streaked with a bit of white, looking somewhat embarrassed. "So, about these clay vats..."
"I'll have the males from our tribe go with you to help fetch them. It's no big deal," Ophelia said. "But how did you manage to make two hundred in such a short time?"
