Night Emperor, Emperor Rong: Sword Forging Manor Is Courting Death!

Ning Zheng turned around and glanced at Jiu Cai Rong.

Jiu Cai Rong scratched his head foolishly. "Hehe, this was also the optimal solution we arrived at after conducting multiple analyses."

Did they not know what kind of people they were, or what their own conduct was like?

Every last one of them was born contrarian!

In their eyes, the Ember Adventuring Team over there would sooner or later fall into internal strife.

After all, the Divine Statue Era had already shown them the consequences of fairness and equality for all.

With more than four hundred blacksmiths standing as equals and each voicing their own opinions, things were bound to go wrong.

Sooner or later, they would make a scene, start fighting, and seize power!

And according to their analysis, the earlier this internal conflict erupted, the better. If it erupted only after they had grown powerful, the losses would be even greater.

Moreover, an earlier outbreak meant earlier unification, allowing them to concentrate their strength and develop better.

That was why they had deliberately withheld the difference in their flow of time, guiding them to lose confidence and triggering internal strife.

Ning Zheng glanced at them. "You people really know how to torment yourselves."

"Your praise is too kind, too kind."

Hearing the compliment, Jiu Cai Rong bashfully scratched his head. "We're them ourselves. How could we not know their weak points? How could we not know how to manipulate them?"

"Temper them a little! Let them suffer a bit, and they'll become successful. They'll become peerless divine weapons, with even greater potential in the future."

Jiu Cai Rong was utterly composed.

It's not us who are suffering, anyway.

I can already imagine how desperate and helpless they must be. Hahaha!

*We're going to cut off their instinct to