Old Man Wuchuan!
Old Man Wuchuan's grip loosened, and the iron hammer fell to the ground with a clang, sending out a deep rumble.
He sat by the pool, utterly dejected, lowering his head with a sigh, his face full of helplessness.
Lin Bai had evidently hit the nail on the head about Old Man Wuchuan's purpose in returning to the imperial capital, causing him to shed his formidable disguise.
"Returning to the imperial capital was not my wish."
Old Man Wuchuan shook his head and sighed.
"Then why did Senior return?" Lin Bai asked in puzzlement.
Old Man Wuchuan had already resolved to leave the imperial capital. He had even been willing to give up his identity as the Celestial Mystery Pavilion's chief artificer.
Why had he returned?
The Celestial Mystery Pavilion's chief artificer was no ordinary position.
Within the Chu Kingdom's court, the Celestial Mystery Pavilion's chief artificer was equivalent to a second-rank court official.
They specialized in serving the imperial clan and were deeply favored by it.
It was no exaggeration to say that nearly half of the Divine Weapons in the current Chu Kingdom's imperial clan had been refined or repaired by Old Man Wuchuan.
Divine Weapons of the Grand Yi, Great Luo, and Primal Chaos grades, among other high-ranked Divine Weapons, were treasures that only a chief artificer like Old Man Wuchuan could come into contact with.
The imperial clan naturally placed extraordinary trust and reliance in Old Man Wuchuan. The departure of such an important figure would inevitably be a loss to the Chu Kingdom's imperial clan.
Back then, Old Man Wuchuan must have exhausted every effort to leave the imperial capital.
How could he possibly have returned?
"By imperial decree. I had no choice but to return." Old Man Wuchuan shook his head,