Shi Lang was sitting still on the boulder and he was waiting for Naomi to come back with some food, though he had no idea if the ingredients in this world would be able to give him the taste that he was seeking, he had to try after all, you cannot fight a war on empty stomach, and what lay ahead of him was a war, the jewel eyed race had their own distinct composition.
The slight difference in the gravitational force here might not be noticable, but it would have a significant effect on the bone density of the people, and another thing that he had to be mindful off was the soul jewel on the forehead of these people. Shi Lang sighed as he thought about the composition formula. Although he could refine that soul bead with great accuracy but he was still a little unsure about it.
