Once they had returned to their own quarters, Nie Qing and Ye Xiu finally relaxed.
Though the inner city looked heavily guarded from the outside, with everyone harboring their own schemes, without trusted people watching over them, it was no different from a dragon's pool or tiger's den.
The journey into the city had been exhausting, but they had at least made contact with the higher-ups. Although the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's upper ranks were now divided in their intentions, in order to prevent Venerable Ping from dominating alone, the elders' mutual clawing and biting had nevertheless opened a path for them to secure an audience.
After resting for the night, Ye Xiu opened his eyes once more to find the sky outside still awash in crimson firelight.
"The Heaven-Earth Furnace devotes one day each month to expelling its impurities."
The moment he stepped outside, he saw Nie Qing standing in the courtyard.
Holding an iron hammer, Nie Qing stood before a ground furnace, striking a chunk of glowing red molten stone. Though he was speaking, the focus on his face did not lessen in the slightest.
"To reduce the consumption of the internal forging furnaces' flames?"
After cramming knowledge over this period, Ye Xiu was no longer as ignorant as before regarding the Heaven-Earth Furnace.
This clan-protecting divine artifact of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe appeared incomparably massive. The entire tribe had spent day after day and year after year forging and nurturing it with all manner of spiritual materials, ultimately creating something so immense.
Its power was sufficient to sustain the enormous consumption within Heavenly Craftsmen City—there was no need to question that. Yet beneath its resplendent might lay equally enormous expenditure and wear.
The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe was a new race formed from forgers gathered from every kind of