The little one always stood on Ling Yun's side, and upon hearing Master Craftsman speak of Ling Yun in that manner, her brows immediately furrowed slightly in displeasure.
Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky.
Ling Yun raised his gaze slightly, saying softly, "The Seven Star Gods, I've heard of them."
What he was looking at were the Seven Star Gods, those dim and lusterless stars.
"Lord King of Hell is a proper ancient figure, and so extraordinary. How could it be that you've only heard of them?"
Clang, clang, clang!
Master Craftsman continued forging, though his heart was filled with boundless curiosity.
Ling Yun was slightly startled, a soft smile playing on his lips as he thought to himself that this master craftsman possessed more than ordinary discernment, and his analysis of the problem was quite unique.
To actually know he was an ancient figure—though Ling Yun knew the craftsman was likely guessing, these words were a probe.
Ling Yun said, "Otherwise? Is there anything about them worth me remembering?"
"Let's not talk about them anymore, it's in the past... It's all in the past."
Master Craftsman suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
"Old grandpa, you have no manners. My daddy is talking to you, and you aren't even looking at him," the little one said.
"Hehe... So it's the little princess. I heard about you long ago, but why do you still look like you're three or four years old?"
"Mind your own business." The little one pouted, rolling her eyes in a thoroughly adorable manner.
"Hahaha, this old man has always lacked manners. Compared to your father, I appear somewhat exceptional."
Clang, clang, clang!
Master Craftsman went back to forging.
"I let you live a few extra minutes, and you should be content with