Now That You've Seen the Master Artisan, Why Not Bow?
Meanwhile, outside the deathly silent warehouse storage room on the third floor.
Every artisan who had rushed here was pale-faced, trembling as they stood on either side and listened to the approaching footsteps. Sweat soaked their backs, and they could barely remain standing.
In the dead silence, Jianyuan clasped his hands behind his back and strolled through the ruined, ravaged storage vault.
With a casual motion, he crushed the Aberration reaching out from a broken crate, trying to crawl free, into a puddle of black liquid that splattered across the wall. The dripping sounds rang in everyone's ears like the sound of their own blood spilling onto the floor.
They trembled with unease.
At last, Jianyuan's gaze settled upon the wall, upon a line of hastily scrawled characters written in thick ink.
Like a visitor's greeting.
[Having heard of your abundant collection, I was overjoyed and came especially to visit.
I came in high spirits and left when they were spent, leaving behind a poem as a memento.]
The poem went:
[The horse is thin, its mane is long, its hooves are fat. A father stealing from his son does not make him a thief. The two of us, father and son, have lived most of our lives, yet neither has ever seen the other.]
BOOM!!!
The instant Jianyuan finished reading, the explosives hidden in the gaps suddenly detonated. Flames burst forth and swept outward, shockwaves surging—then everything abruptly stopped.
Frozen.
With merely a casual wave of his hand, a snap of his fingers, without any need for the aid of a Blessing, the Stasis Field of the Wasteland Ruins Path manifested here!
Flames bloomed like flowers, and fragments of iron scattered like leaves.
Jianyuan stood with his hands behind