Under Cao Xuan's lead, the two flew for more than ten minutes before arriving at a magnificent, ancient-looking building.
It stood at the foot of the mountain, shaped like a pagoda, its tower soaring majestically into the clouds.
At the top of the tower hung a huge plaque, engraved with several dazzling gilded characters, and a resplendent aura rushed toward them.
"Senior Sister, this is the Weapon Forging Hall, one of the three great halls of the Qianhai Sect. Let's go in and take a look," Cao Xuan said, lowering her head to look at Mu Zi beside her.
"Mm." Mu Zi nodded gently, then followed the tall woman into the grand tower.
After entering the Weapon Forging Hall, they found themselves facing wide, deep passageways, tangled together like a maze.
On both sides of the passageways, doors were arranged in neat rows. Some were tightly shut, while others were slightly ajar.
Mu Zi's gaze passed through those half-open doors and looked inside. What entered her sight were rooms with an antique charm.
The rooms were very spacious. In the center of each was a huge, flat platform, and atop the platform, all kinds of strange tools were arranged in perfect order, waiting to be used.
Mu Zi noticed that on every platform sat an object like an array disk. That disk faintly gave off a kind of fluctuation, making her spirit stir slightly, as though it had become more active.
Cao Xuan began to explain, "The Weapon Forging Hall has many independent forging rooms, providing isolated environments where people can calmly polish their skills. At the same time, many refiners also choose to enter seclusion here to forge Spirit Treasures."
As she spoke, she pointed at that array disk and continued, "This is the 'Gathering Spirit Disk,' a special