The next day, when Ye Xiu slowly awoke from deep meditation, he keenly sensed several unfamiliar auras outside.
He pushed open the door and saw several Heavenly Craftsmen Tribesmen in plain gray robes standing silently behind Nie Qing, watching him.
Though their attire looked no different from that of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribesmen in the city, the faint, razor-sharp gleam flickering over their crimson left hands, along with the robust vitality forged through countless hammerings, revealed that these visitors were anything but ordinary.
The entire Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe was obsessed with forging, but that did not mean they lacked martial strength.
In fact, the fundamental requirement for forging was corresponding cultivation strength.
After all, the essence of forging was using external force to alter an object's nature and fuse the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained within it, creating something new.
Without sufficient strength, let alone forging materials into the shape one desired, when facing certain powerful materials, it was difficult even to keep from being affected in return.
Thus, anyone who held a certain status within the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe might differ in forging skill, but their personal strength would certainly not be weak.
After all, one first had to possess the qualifications to forge top-grade magical artifacts before one had the chance to make mistakes and learn from them.
"Mr. Mo, the elders request your presence."
The middle-aged man at the front saluted Ye Xiu with one hand. In Ye Xiu's perception, this man's cultivation was clearly even stronger than Nie Qing's, despite Nie Qing having trained beyond the city for many years.
"I still have a few things to pack. Please wait a moment."
Ye Xiu noticed Nie Qing's signal from across the way. After returning the salute with clasped hands, he turned and entered his