"Father, that... Black Mountain Old Demon, is he really a demon?"
After Qi Heng settled into a room at the Black Mountain Workshop, the young girl Hei Shan Yao turned to look toward his room and asked her father doubtfully, "He looks so refined and handsome. He doesn't seem like some bloodthirsty demon."
"Have you forgotten the strange events on East Cloud Mountain over the past ten years?"
The black-faced big man, Hei Shan Gang, shook his head with lingering fear. "Every living thing on East Cloud Mountain, from savage demonic beasts to insects and ants, was so frightened that none of them dared move or even raise their heads."
As he spoke, Hei Shan Gang pulled Hei Shan Yao over. "Little Yao, don't be fooled by his refined appearance. He's vicious beyond belief. You didn't see it. Just over half a month ago, when Black Mountain Old Demon emerged from seclusion, he wiped out the Three Thousand Ironwood Army with a single blow, leaving not even scraps behind. Your father's legs went weak from fright."
"Ah? He's that vicious?"
Hei Shan Yao shuddered all over, her face filled with panic. "Then... he... he's staying here with us..."
"Sigh! We can't afford to offend someone like that!"
Hei Shan Gang let out a long sigh. "Still, no matter how powerful he is, he wouldn't dare cause trouble in West Manor City. The Ji Clan isn't easy to provoke."
As the father and daughter sat uneasily, the day passed just like that.
Clang! Clang! Bang! Bang!
Early the next morning, when the sky was only beginning to brighten, Qi Heng was awakened by a burst of intense hammering.
"Is Hei Shan Gang forging iron?"
Qi Heng smiled and shook his head. "Good lord, that's more punctual than an alarm clock back