Heaven knew how Lu Jun had survived those three days.
Once Gu Chenyu entered a forging state, he became a tireless monster obsessed with perfection.
His demands were insanely strict, and his pace was suffocatingly fast.
Not only did Lu Jun have to precisely control his ice-element Soul Power to carry out all manner of high-difficulty support, he also had to handle an enormous amount of preliminary preparation. His mind had to remain taut at all times, without the slightest room for error.
This kind of continuous, high-intensity, high-precision work drained his mind more than fighting a God War against Xu Tiandi.
He truly wanted to shout at the heavens—
He really, really did not like forging!
"Brother Lu? You... what happened to you?"
Xu Xiaoyan was the first to speak up. Covering her little mouth, her usually lively, curious eyes had widened into circles, brimming with incredulous shock.
In her memories, as well as those of most of the companions present, Lu Jun had always been calm and composed, cool and detached as though everything were under his control. When had they ever seen him so ashen-faced and utterly listless?
Xie Xie hurried forward, a mischievous grin unique to a young man on his face. He patted Lu Jun's shoulder, which was covered in metal dust, and his fingertips were immediately stained with a layer of gray grime.
"Not bad, Brother Lu." He smacked his lips and teased, "Did you go into seclusion with God Craftsman Gu to cultivate the Ashen-Faced Method? How did you wear yourself down into this state?"
"Look at that bearing. You're practically a dusty stone statue by the roadside."
Lu Jun could not even be bothered to fully lift his eyelids. He merely weakly waved an arm, brushing Xie Xie's hand aside as if