Su Yao leaned against the passage wall, arms folded.
"You stayed in Dragon King Underground City for ten years. Who doesn't know the blacksmith shop on the two-hundred-fortieth floor is yours? There aren't many people who'd dare smash up your shop."
Feng Tie slid the hammer back into the leather sheath at his waist.
"Anyone could have done it. The Dantai Family could have done it, and the Rogue Cultivators in the underground city could have done it too. Who did it doesn't matter now. What matters is that the blacksmith shop I spent ten years building is gone."
Lin Taichu stood in the passage, looking at Feng Tie.
The scar on Feng Tie's face looked very deep under the lantern light. It was fresh; the flesh had not fully grown back, and scabs still clung to the edges.
Lin Taichu's gaze moved from Feng Tie's face to the leather armor on his body. There were many gashes in the armor, their edges charred black, as if they had been burned by extreme heat.
"You fought your way from the two-hundred-fortieth floor up to the hundredth floor?"
Feng Tie glanced at Lin Taichu.
"What else was I supposed to do? The blacksmith shop is gone. Everything I owned was in that shop—Spirit Stones, Pills, Dharma Artifacts, materials—all gone. Right now, all I have left on me is one hammer. I don't even have a piece of dry rations."
Feng Tie leaned against the passage wall, his hammer set by his feet, his head lowered.
Lin Taichu looked at Feng Tie. The way Feng Tie looked now was completely different from how he had looked the last time Lin Taichu had seen him on the two-hundred-sixtieth floor.
Last time, Feng Tie had been sitting on a Dragon Bone frame, hammer in