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As Gu stared at the increasingly large hammer, he froze in place, terrified. Then came a loud thud, and Gu shut his eyes, only to be sent flying out of the Blacksmith Shop by the immense force.
Zhuang Zhixian watched as the Old Blacksmith swung his hammer, and in that instant, he vanished from sight. The Little Blacksmith let out a terrified shout and fell to the ground.
The scene replayed in Gu's mind as he patted his chest, still shaken. He then approached the Old Blacksmith and sat down on the ground.
Zhuang Zhixian pressed a dagger against the Old Blacksmith's neck while Liu Lao Jiu held his weapon against the Old Blacksmith's Great Hammer. For a moment, no one moved, and time seemed to freeze at the moment Gu was knocked away.
Am I one of Feiyuxuzong's people?
Gu pondered as he picked up the Abyssal Refined Iron that had fallen earlier. He wiped it with his sleeve and then handed it over to Zhuang Zhixian.
"Shut up," Zhuang Zhixian said quietly behind the Old Blacksmith. Although there was no hint of threat in his voice, it was clear that the Old Blacksmith wasn't going to stay silent. Zhuang Zhixian pressed the dagger deeper into the Old Blacksmith's neck, drawing a few drops of blood.
He was just an Outer Sect Disciple; what could he possibly know?
No, he didn't want to know anything about mechanisms; he just wanted to know what level of cultivators had been sent to Jincheng by Jade Void Sect twenty years ago.
Twenty years ago, the Old Blacksmith pondered for a moment before saying, "I suppose you want to ask about that night when Spring Pavilion hosted Chu Liange."
Gu nodded, waiting for the Old Blacksmith to stop talking.
Twenty years ago, on that night, an old man who looked almost identical to him had come to his place. He watched him forge iron, and after a while, a Middleman arrived, standing on the street without saying a word.
What happened next?
The old man told the Middleman that once that was over, he could leave. The Middleman then replied to the old man with three words.
What were those three words?
Twenty.
Was there anything else?
No, after receiving that answer, the old man vanished, and soon after, the Middleman disappeared as well. He didn't know what happened afterward.
Now, who are the people from the Jade Void Sect in Jincheng?
Upon hearing that question, the old man did not respond immediately but stared at Gu, trying to glean something from his eyes. However, from Gu Na's chaotic gaze, he could read nothing at all.
Young man, is it Gu?
Hearing his name, Gu shivered slightly. In that moment, he became Minghong. Although he hadn't said anything, he couldn't help but think of the recent orders from the Jade Void Sect. At that time, if he was indeed among the people of the Jade Void Sect, it was likely that they were looking for someone named Gu Qing.
Gu nodded, furrowing his brow as he said, "He doesn't want to live like this, but Feiyuxuzong clearly won't give him a way out."
Old Blacksmith listened to Gu Na's words and suddenly felt a pang of sadness. How could someone so young and seemingly light-hearted have done something to warrant such a lack of mercy from the Sect?
The genius of the Sect, Gan Yuan, was on his way, and if he calculated correctly, he should arrive by tomorrow at the latest. Accompanied by a Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivator from Yuwen Continent, who was quite strong and likely comparable to Zhang Chenglin, a disciple from the Moon River Sect who had made a move days ago. The people from the Moon River Sect seemed to have received news from somewhere and were also on their way, likely arriving soon. The people from Sky's End Tower were already at Lingyuan Pavilion, while the news about Guangming was still uncertain.
Gu glanced at Zhuang Zhixian, who had loosened the dagger from around Old Blacksmith's neck and quietly moved to Gu's side. Feeling a sense of relief, Old Blacksmith dropped the heavy Great Hammer he had been gripping tightly, causing some iron shavings to scatter.
He knew only so much.
Gu looked at Old Blacksmith, and from that weathered face, he saw something indescribable. Bu Luo thought that perhaps Old Blacksmith didn't want to live like this either—living with the hatred towards Jade Void Sect, or perhaps just wanting to survive.
The person who had been doing things for Gan Yuan had arrived; he would be able to meet him at Lingyuan Pavilion. Gu believed he would certainly be willing to see him.
Old Blacksmith stared blankly at Gu, who was already far away. He suddenly felt that this young man was very ordinary—just an ordinary person who hadn't done anything wrong and didn't harbor any malicious thoughts. He couldn't understand why the Minghong Sect would seek to trouble someone so ordinary. But there were indeed many who came to the Sect to do such things. What could someone like him, an Outer Sect Disciple who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, do about it?
With a silent sigh, Old Blacksmith lamented.
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