Lu Chen put his sword back into his storage ring and turned to walk back.
The lamp in the tent was still lit.
He lifted the flap and entered. Yun Qingyue was sitting beside the stove, holding the Green Satchel Medicine Canon open to a certain page and staring at it.
She was so absorbed that she did not even hear him come in.
Lu Chen sat down across from her, and only then did she notice him.
Yun Qingyue looked up and gave him a once-over. "Were you hurt?"
"No."
"How did the sword test go?"
Lu Chen was silent for a moment. "It can cut through things. But the consumption is too great. After one strike, I have no strength left."
Yun Qingyue nodded without pressing him further. She closed the book and set it aside, then lifted the medicine she had long since brewed from the stove and handed it to him.
"Drink it and sleep. You still have to forge iron nails tomorrow."
Lu Chen took the bowl. "How did you know I was going to forge iron nails?"
Yun Qingyue glanced at him. "Zhou Tieshan came looking for me earlier. He asked what medicinal herbs could perk up the blacksmiths. I asked what they were forging in the middle of the night, and he said you had ordered it. Three-inch nails, one-inch nails—as many as possible."
She paused, then added, "You want to set up an array outside the city."
Lu Chen did not deny it. He finished the medicine and set down the bowl.
Yun Qingyue looked at him and suddenly said, "When you set up arrays before, you relied on the Dragon Soul Mirror. Its pressure could suppress deathly energy and keep the array running longer. Now that the Dragon Soul Mirror is