An Esteemed Immortal's ancient tomb.
At the center of the tomb, the entire main hall had already been remodeled by the blacksmiths into a series of structures, which they were using as a forward base.
"Wait a moment. Once we finish dealing with the murals, I'll be the first to charge out!"
"I wonder what treasures are outside the dungeon's entrance."
A group of blacksmiths sat on the floor, chatting and bragging.
Elsewhere.
Wu Shengjing and the others were leading the formation setup.
After all, these blacksmiths had obtained tomb-raiding methods from them.
This concealed formation was said to be able to evade the detection and pursuit of that ancient spatial mural, which had less than one-tenth of its original power remaining.
But the blacksmiths themselves could not even set it up.
They still needed these professional cultivators to help arrange the formation.
"They're a little useless."
Wu Shengjing grumbled as he squatted on the ground, using his own blood to draw the formation diagram. "All they know is how to brag. In the end, we still have to help arrange the formation. I can't even stand watching this."
Princess Xin E cast a sidelong glance at the blacksmiths bragging in the distance. She was also somewhat speechless as she laid out the formation diagram by the entrance and opened the conversation:
"Ahem, ahem. Let's talk about something else. That story of The Flood Dragon and the Scholar, which costs more than a thousand Golden Cores just to make, only earns praise but no money."
The Bride Town Lord was also using a talisman brush to draw a tomb-raiding formation. She smiled gently and said, "There's no helping it. This is what happens when something can't be mass-produced. People can only go to the headquarters' experience shop to watch the