"Truly a fine blade—brimming with spirit, and rarer still, its aura harmonizes with yours as though you were one body. A Spirit Weapon forged by your own hand is indeed extraordinary. Its potential for growth may even surpass my Pride Sun Piercing Spear."
The hearty, imposing voice reached his ears. Without even turning around, Chu Feng already knew who had arrived.
With such a tremendous commotion, how could it possibly fail to alert the Chief Superintendent of the Demon Suppression Division?
Pei Yuesheng's unusually reasonable retreat just now was likely also because this Chief Superintendent had been nearby.
Outside the Forging Workshop, Cui Jingxian stood with his hands behind his back. His black-patterned, gold-woven flood-dragon robe swayed in the wind, his broad shoulders and sturdy back making him seem as towering as a mountain.
"I happened upon a treasured blade and was overcome with joy. I hope you will forgive me, my lord..."
Chu Feng clasped his hands in reply. He had turned the Forging Workshop into ruins, so naturally he felt somewhat guilty upon seeing his superior.
Cui Jingxian waved a hand and said gently, "It is merely a Forging Workshop. It can be rebuilt."
Then, his tone shifted. "The Pei Family's influence in Jizhou is tangled and deep-rooted. Pei Yuesheng is a gloomy and calculating man. You must keep your eyes open when dealing with him."
"Thank you for the reminder, Chief Superintendent. Chu understands."
Cui Jingxian nodded faintly, then revealed a warm smile. "Qingxuan has mentioned you several times lately. She said that ever since you became a Commander, your official duties have kept you busy, and you have not visited in a long while.
"This evening, I have prepared a little wine at my residence, all spiritual brews made from rare treasures. They are quite beneficial