Heaven Snow City.
Before the Blacksmith Shop.
A Cheng, the Night Watchman's disciple, was hammering iron as he always had, sparks flying in all directions.
"Interesting."
A gentle voice rang out.
A Cheng looked up and saw that, at some unknown moment, an elderly man in long robes with refined features had arrived before the shop.
Beside the old man stood a woman in a plain black dress, her delicate features pure and exquisite.
Even A Cheng was briefly stunned by her beautiful appearance.
Then he grinned. "Could it be that the guests wish to forge a treasure?"
The robed old man shook his head. "I came to see your master."
A Cheng was taken aback and was about to say something when a cold, stern voice rang out.
"A Cheng, return to your room."
Along with the voice, the plain-looking Night Watchman emerged in a gray robe.
"Yes!"
A Cheng scratched his head and turned to enter the Blacksmith Shop.
"Did Your Excellency come here to throw your weight around?"
The Night Watchman's expression was cold and hard.
He recognized the Nether King at a glance and realized that the robed elder had most likely been the one to bring the Nether King out of Unjustly Dead City.
The robed elder smiled gently. "Do not misunderstand. I only hope that Your Excellency can pass a message to Su Xuanjun."
The Night Watchman's heart tightened, and he frowned. "Why do you not go see him yourself?"
The robed elder sighed softly, seeming somewhat regretful. "This old man is also acting under orders and cannot make decisions on his own. I can only trouble Your Excellency to do it for me."
After a moment of silence, the Night Watchman said, "Speak."
The robed elder said with a smile, "Please tell Su