Under the Old Village Chief's watchful gaze, Ji Wuming climbed out through the window, his figure gradually vanishing into the darkness.
Less than half a month later, Fasnuo Province, Biyou Village.
Having changed into another disguise, Ji Wuming followed the Biyou Village chief into an unoccupied house.
"This place is decent enough. I'll take it."
In a small village like this, as long as he hid himself properly, neither the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon nor Spirit Hall would be able to find him unless they deliberately searched for him.
"Judging by the calluses on your hands, sir, you must be a blacksmith."
The village chief beside him was exceptionally courteous toward Ji Wuming, whose face was half-covered. After all, a blacksmith could help villagers harvest more crops in time during abundant years and obtain more game, thereby boosting the entire village's economy.
Ji Wuming inspected the wooden house and said unhurriedly, "That's right. I'm a blacksmith. I plan to stay in your village for a while. If you don't mind, I can repair your iron tools for free."
"So you really are a blacksmith—and you're even willing to help us without charge. That's wonderful."
The village chief studied Ji Wuming, who was decently dressed despite having half his face covered. There was a strong chance that his face had been disfigured, but that was surely the man's greatest shame, so he could not mention it.
"Our village has suffered from a lack of blacksmiths for a long time. Every time we need something forged, we have to travel a hundred li to Nuoding City. It takes far too much time. Now that you've come, it is truly Biyou Village's honor."
"This house has been sitting empty anyway. You may stay here for free as payment for repairing the villagers' iron