Xu Yi laughed heartily. "I'm obsessed with crafting artifacts. When I lose myself in it, even the effort it takes is a pleasure. But I wonder, Brother Chen, why do you look so haggard?"
Chen Daozi's eyelid twitched. He gently patted his forehead and said, "Worries and troubles. Nothing in life ever goes as you'd like. Enough, let's not talk about it. Come inside."
As he spoke, Chen Daozi swept his hand, and the enormous blue stone split apart. He stepped forward, his pace hesitant, as if his mind were elsewhere.
Xu Yi followed him down. Before long, they entered the great hall, the same spacious, empty smithing chamber as before.
Xu Yi stood at the entrance and smiled faintly. With a flick of his finger, a streak of sword light shot through the air and struck three sections of wall.
Three screams rang out at once. Three people tumbled from the gaps in the walls, their chests and abdomens pierced, crying out in agony.
Nine Dragon Binding Ropes swept through the air, three for each person, binding all three tight in an instant. Chen Daozi stood there, stunned.
"I've heard a great deal about you, Master Han Bing Qian. And you two, what should I call you?"
Xu Yi asked with a smile.
The three men sprawled on the ground were Han Bing Qian, Tu Yi, and Feng Qing.
Han Bing Qian snorted and ignored Xu Yi, glaring at Chen Daozi. "So you truly aren't afraid to die. In that case..."
Xu Yi cut him off. "Don't get the wrong idea. Brother Chen didn't sell you out. Surely you recognize this little thing?"
Xu Yi didn't want Chen Daozi to die just like that because of Han Bing Qian's restriction. True, Chen Daozi had used himself as bait to