After all, this was only an eerie king resurrected from an ember, not the genuine Jiu Cai Rong. It could be considered a truly new life.
But the other party had Jiu Cai Rong's shell, Jiu Cai Rong's stump, and the new branch that had grown to life.
That gave Ning Zheng an opening!
"The Painter isn't watching this place. I have to hurry."
Ning Zheng pondered. The changes in fate confirmed that the Painter was not monitoring Jiu Cai Rong at this moment, so he had secretly come over.
Ning Zheng smiled lightly and looked at Jiu Cai Rong. "Relax. You definitely want to return to our Sword Forging Manor. The forum, the blacksmiths, and your friends from back then are all waiting for you!"
"Your friends from your homeland are all waiting for you."
Ning Zheng waved his hand. "Look. Your friends are calling out to you."
A barrage of comments appeared before them, showing a real-time view from Ning Zheng's perspective.
Jiu Cai Rong, it's me! Food God—the one who made you shit your pants!
Come back soon! The idiots on the forum are all waiting for you!
Quack, quack, quack, brother, come back to Sword Forging Manor already.
Come back and eat dirt! You've become an immortal, so come back and hold a signing event! We're just waiting for you to return and show off!
If you've struck it rich but don't return to your hometown and brag with us dirt-eating brothers, how can that be acceptable?
A crowd of people frantically posted in the barrage.
This was the blacksmiths' scheme: to melt him with their enthusiasm.
They were preparing to pull this Painter Jiu Cai Rong back to the manor and give someone a green hat.
After all.
This was the core plan they had