Zhou Xuan drew his gaze away from the Geomantic Map. The matter of the Extreme Bone Sect's ruins would have to wait.
Zhao Ji was hiding in the shadows, feeding on Resentful Qi, but Zhou Xuan had no time to dig three feet into the earth to find him. There was a far deadlier hole he needed to fill right now.
The underground warehouse of Jade Dragon City.
The air was thick with the strange smell of rust mixed with scorched spirit patterns, mingled with the damp, earthy odor peculiar to underground spaces.
Several blue-white Formation Lamps were embedded in the walls, their light falling on the mountains of scrap metal piled across the floor.
Broken Flying Swords, leftover ore drained of all spirituality, and pitted beast bones lay jumbled together, looking for all the world like an enormous graveyard of junk.
Zhou Xuan sat before a stone table that had been brought in temporarily, his face still pale from an ordeal he had yet to recover from.
He extended his right hand, Metal light flickering continuously at his fingertips.
"Ding—"
Metal light swept over a ruined iron sword rusted down to half its original length. The rust instantly flaked away, and the blade reassembled and stretched, becoming a smooth Resonance Wand engraved with spirit-channeling formation patterns in the blink of an eye.
This was an introductory tool intended for the Mortal Academy.
Zhou Xuan tossed the wand aside. It struck the finished goods already piled waist-high with a crisp clatter.
He rubbed his aching wrist and muttered, "I wanted to be the mastermind behind the scenes, not the blacksmith for two regions."
This really wasn't work fit for a human being.
Since returning from the Kui Kingdom, the lingering effects of his torn Divine Soul had kept buzzing inside