"How were you here?" Du Wufeng put away the forging hammer he had just been about to take out and show off.
"Was there perhaps a possibility that I had always been a Clear Abyss disciple?"
"That did seem right, but it also seemed a little wrong."
Elder Han He scratched the back of his head and fell into deep thought.
He looked at Li Mo. Little Mo was a Clear Abyss disciple.
Then he looked at Du Wufeng. This was Little Mo's sworn elder brother.
Strictly speaking, Han He had once been an apprentice at the Sword Furnace. Calling it nicely, he was a disciple of a divine craftsman; in truth, he was merely a registered disciple.
Then he was also the Crown Prince. Shang Wu was of the same generation as him, yet she was also the Grand Emperor.
And he was a Clear Abyss Sect elder.
So the question was, from where exactly did Little Li start counting their relationship with him?
Hearing that Li Mo wanted to borrow a hammer, Du Wufeng raised a brow. "Don't you have the Heavenly Craft Hammer? Why were you coveting mine? This old man usually couldn't even bear to use it himself."
A craftsman's hammer was like a swordsman's sword—a thing regarded as one's very lifeblood.
"As everyone knew, I was exceedingly skilled at reforging. So this time, I planned to reforge Hammer Treasure. I thought, since Hammer Treasure was the Heavenly Craft Hammer, whose hammer in this world could be worthy of the glory of reforging the Heavenly Craft Hammer?"
Li Mo, standing with his hands behind his back, suddenly turned toward Du Wufeng, his face utterly solemn and earnest.
"That craftsman... was you!"
"!"
Elder Han He was stunned, then let out a sigh.
His scalp tingled at