"Don't worry, Auntie."
Bai Qinghan was somewhat helpless about this as well. "Just accept it. These things are useless to me, but Senior Brother can definitely make use of them..."
This was not merely an excuse Bai Qinghan had come up with. The Tianyi Divine Sect truly was building up the Heavenly Sword Mountain Range as the Holy Son's base.
The Tianyi Divine Sect was not joking. They said An Jing was the Holy Son, and they gave him the treatment of a true Holy Son.
Batch after batch of Mysterious Iron spirit steel, measured in tens of thousands of jin, was delivered. Spirit Stones and spiritual materials were hauled in by convoy and piled into mountains. Great numbers of specialized spiritual craftsmen, along with workshops of every kind, were all sent here and settled down. Only then had Heavenly Sword City been built into something presentable in less than a year.
It could even be said that without the Tianyi Divine Sect's support, relying solely on the aid from Da Chen, Heavenly Sword City would probably have nothing but its foundations by now!
That was precisely what worried Shen Mubai. Once An Jing returned, if everyone belonged to the faction behind Bai Qinghan, would he not be reduced to a figurehead?
To be honest, Bai Qinghan wanted to tell Shen Mubai that such worries were entirely unnecessary. The rule of martial artists did not involve so many twists and turns. With An Jing's strength and potential, he needed only a single word to bring everyone beneath the reach of his fists over to his side.
Even if An Jing one day became determined to wipe out the Tianyi Demonic Sect, there would be no need to worry that the craftsmen and martial artists who had already come to Heavenly