Kong Jinghong suspected he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Could it be that I still haven't fully revived, and am drifting in a warped hallucination from just before death?
Several blacksmiths saw Kong Jinghong standing there in shock, completely motionless, and immediately realized what had happened.
Oh no.
This guy had appeared too abruptly, and they had blown their act.
They could only blame their lack of experience.
They had almost forgotten the Tomb-Raiding Guide: blend into the ashes, and call each other brothers.
But most of the players present were newbies.
Before opening the dungeon, they had bragged to the heavens and earth, but in reality, they were all disciples of the academy school.
When it was really time to show off their improvisational acting skills, they froze one after another, stammering so badly that they could not squeeze out a fart.
By contrast, old blacksmiths like Su Yu Niang wore smiles and used mail to make several flowers appear out of thin air in their hands.
"Child, you've worked hard. You may know me. I am the reincarnation of a concubine of the Immortal Venerable, and I came back to life not long ago."
Princess Xin E also walked over and took one of the flowers. "Hello."
She had come from the Xin Dynasty Royal Family. In life, she had been frail and sickly, rarely able to leave the house, and had no experience raiding tombs. She had also been a supreme prodigy. "Which clan are you a disciple of?"
These people reacted remarkably quickly.
But Kong Jinghong was no fool. He staggered backward several steps in fright, utterly flustered, and shouted:
"Who are you? What kind of monsters are you? How dare you act up in my clan's supreme immortal palace? How bold!