After his dream, Lin Yin's eyes remained fixed on the air in front of him. In his vision, a screen similar to a D projection appeared, displaying "Attribute Panel" on it.,"Practicing the art of crafting 'Qing Ling Pills'!",At this moment, Mengwu found himself powerless, slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the shattered potion beneath his feet. Before him stood a gorgeously dressed attendant, but her face was as sharp and cold as it could be.。