The maize flowed like a yellow waterfall.
General Zhou's breath hitched. He walked over, caught a few kernels, and bit down on one. His eyes narrowed. "Amazing. Just amazing..."
The Queen, General Zhao, and Zhou Bing also had an extraordinary glint in their eyes.
The maize rustled down, and soon the pile inside was taller than a person, about to spill out the doorway.
Tang Wen stopped, put away the Void Stone, and moved to another room.
The room was very small, only a few square meters.
With nothing to block the doorway, the maize would spill out once it reached a certain height.
So, Tang Wen had to switch from one room to the next.
No one spoke. There was only the cascading sound of the grain as everyone followed close behind.
Although their lives were long past the point of worrying about basic subsistence.
Even in a year of famine, it was impossible for the Extraordinary to go hungry.
That wouldn't be a famine; it would be an apocalypse.
