Na'er Recovers Her Memories, Di Tian Arrives

After leaving the old residence, Tang Heng headed straight toward the Blacksmith Association.

A minor mishap had occurred earlier, causing him to teleport inside by accident.

However, his general sense of direction remained sound, and as soon as he emerged, he spotted the tall tower of the Blacksmith Association not far away.

This nest of Evil Soul Masters is actually so close to the Association; they might truly be plotting something.

Tang Heng muttered to himself, planning to mention this to Zhen Hua and Mu Chen when he delivered the Enchanting Table, so they could stay vigilant and prevent any chaotic incidents involving Evil Soul Master attacks.

As for Yun Ming, there was no sign he needed to be involved for now.

It seemed the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion knew how to prioritize his concerns.

For a Soul Saint to bring one Soul Emperor and three Soul Kings into the city without anyone noticing, it meant either these Evil Soul Masters were exceptionally skilled, or they had informants or protectors within the city.

Given Yun Ming's methods, he reckoned that after today, if these Evil Soul Masters weren't caught and beaten to a pulp, they would be forced to live like rats in the sewers of Eastsea City for the rest of their days.

Before long, Tang Heng arrived at the base of the Blacksmith Association building.

As soon as he reached the entrance, a staff member was there to receive him.

"Greetings, Mr. Tang. Please, follow me."

A mature woman in a professional uniform and black stockings bowed slightly, walking ahead of Tang Heng to lead the way.

After navigating a winding, convoluted route, Tang Heng finally met with Zhen Hua and Mu Chen.

"My young friend, you've finally arrived! You've kept me waiting!"

Seeing Tang Heng, Zhen Hua stood up and walked toward him, his face beaming with a bright smile.

Tang Heng sidestepped to avoid him, pulled a ring from his pocket, tossed it to Zhen Hua, and cautioned:

"Everything is inside. Remember, the Enchanting Table and the bookshelves must be placed exactly one meter apart—no more, no less."

"That goes without saying."

Zhen Hua caught the Sinking Silver storage ring and checked it with his spiritual power. Upon confirming everything was in order, his mood improved significantly.

He had been experimenting with enchanting for the past two days, uncovering more and more functions.

Based on his experiments from the previous days, Zhen Hua discovered that the enchanting feature could actually be applied to Tool Martial Souls, granting them unique properties.

For instance, two Master-level blacksmiths in the Eastsea City branch, whose Martial Souls were the Silver Iron Hammer and the Black Star Axe, had both gained Durability III and Sharpness IV properties through enchanting.

Among them, the Silver Iron Hammer had even acquired a special enchantment that had never appeared before—Vibration.

Zhen Hua felt as though a door to a new world was slowly opening before his eyes.

The enchanting business had already begun a preliminary trial at the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association, and once the feedback came in, he decided to promote this craft to all Blacksmith Associations across the continent.

During the last meeting, the other Saint Craftsmen had experienced it for themselves and were full of praise, so there was no resistance to its implementation.

"Would you like to stay for a simple meal, my young friend? This old fellow Mu Chen has been living quite comfortably here in Eastsea City. When it comes to enjoying life, the rest of us combined probably don't measure up to him."

Mu Chen's expression darkened. Wasn't that damn Zhen Hua clearly mocking him for rotting away in Eastsea City all these years?

Damn it, so what if he was living a comfortable life with his wife and kids?

What was that term the youngsters used?

Oh right, a loser.

Zhen Hua, you'll be a loser for the rest of your life.

"Hahaha, I can't help it. My wife and children love good food, so it's only natural for me to study culinary arts in my spare time." Mu Chen said with a smile, his voice ringing out:

"Brother Tang, why don't you stay for a meal? My wife and I will cook together and let you taste the specialty delicacies of Eastsea City."

Zhen Hua, hearing this, felt his smile gradually stiffen.

Tang Heng wasn't stupid; the two were trading barbs, and the atmosphere was tense. He didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

Na'er was still waiting for him at home; he had to return quickly to get his dose of "little sister energy."

"By the way, I ran into a group of Evil Soul Masters on my way here..."

Tang Heng briefly recounted his encounter. Upon hearing this, Zhen Hua and Mu Chen's expressions turned grave. After a long moment, they nodded, indicating they would coordinate with Yun Ming to root out the Evil Soul Masters who had infiltrated the city.

With that matter settled, Tang Heng naturally made his escape.

He couldn't be bothered to use spatial teleportation on the way back, so he simply had Mu Chen's driver take him home.

On the road, Tang Heng felt a lingering sense of unease, as if something was about to happen.

"Uncle, let's stop by Haihua Street first. I need to buy something."

"You got it! Hold tight, Young Master Tang."

"Take care now."

Tang Heng stepped out of the car and turned to wave goodbye to the driver.

The sunset in the distance was just half-submerged in the sea, embracing Eastsea City in a gentle orange-purple glow.

After walking only a few steps, Tang Heng caught sight of a slender, graceful figure by the wall.

Na'er stood beneath the streetlamp, her short silver hair lifted gently by the breeze, rippling like water in the night.

She wore that white dress today, a single violet blooming quietly along its hem.

It was the one she had chosen herself when Tang Heng bought her clothes—back then, her fingertips had brushed that flower, and she had looked at nothing else since.

A final smear of sunset fell upon Na'er, making her as beautiful as a dream ready to shatter at a touch, so fragile that even breathing felt too heavy.

Yet, Tang Heng still keenly caught the trace of sorrow in the depths of her eyes—

—it was the reluctance and hesitation rising on the eve of departure, casting a thin veil over her gaze.

Tang Heng's heart tightened.

Had her memories returned?

In truth, he had sensed this long ago; as Na'er assisted him in his cultivation, she gained no small benefits herself.

As the origin of the Silver Dragon King was replenished, her true personality would inevitably awaken, though this awakening had come far too early—nearly two years ahead of the original timeline.

The way Na'er looked now, it was likely not just her memories that had returned.

It was probable that the Fierce Beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest had already made contact with her.

The memories of the Silver Dragon King were quietly resurfacing.

The moment responsibility and destiny pressed down upon her shoulders, this small home that had once sheltered her suddenly felt like a warm dream beginning to fade.

"What are you doing standing out here? Be careful not to catch a cold from the night sea breeze."

The moment Tang Heng's figure entered her vision, Na'er's previously unfocused violet eyes suddenly brightened.

She suppressed the moisture welling up in her eyes and forced a brilliant smile—

Yet in Tang Heng's eyes, this smile was like a flower blooming in the rain; the more it flourished, the closer it drew to Wither.

"Welcome back~"

Na'er trotted over and threw herself into Tang Heng's arms.

Unlike before, the force of her embrace was so great it felt as if she were trying to knead herself into his very being.

"I brought you something, want to see?"

Tang Heng shook the bag in his hand.

Na'er bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The bag contained a few items: a pack of Chicken Cartilage, a box of braised beef, and a crown woven from violets.

Na'er tilted her head back, meeting Tang Heng's gaze.

She felt as though Brother Heng saw through everything, yet he chose silence, only reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair disheveled by the wind behind her ear.

It was like a silent promise, left to drift in the wind.

"Don't worry, I am here for everything."

Tang Heng pulled Na'er's trembling body closer, his gaze shifting toward the few figures that had suddenly appeared on the street behind them.

No one could take Na'er away from his side.

No one.