"Brother Ye, this truly was my fault. I actually let you suffer such a great humiliation."
Inside a residence in the city, Nie Qing sat on his knees before Ye Xiu, his face full of shame.
"Brother Nie, why would you say that?"
Ye Xiu appeared utterly at ease.
He lightly tightened the sash around his hand and looked at Nie Qing with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"The care put into this residence far exceeds the last one. No matter how you look at it, this can hardly be called humiliation, can it?"
The two of them were currently in a lavishly decorated room.
The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe excelled at smelting and forging, and the decorations within their rooms were mostly high-grade materials or fully formed superior-grade magical artifacts.
When Ye Xiu had arrived earlier, he had merely glanced around and already spotted a considerable number of fine treasures.
To retain such terrifying precision with materials of this nature, the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's standards had far surpassed the precision levels of the existing factories in Heyang City.
If they could invite all these people of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe to oversee production, the output of high-quality products from every production line would probably multiply several times over. Those Spirit Gun artifacts suitable for high-level cultivators, which had originally stagnated, would likely make considerable progress as well.
Ye Xiu's thoughts wandered wildly.
Seeing Ye Xiu's expression as though his mind had drifted far away, Nie Qing, seated opposite him, felt even more guilty.
He thought Ye Xiu was still immersed in the earlier inspection, unable to calm his heart and mind.
Thus, the guilt in his heart deepened.
Bang.
At the crisp sound, Ye Xiu looked up and saw a square, crystalline jade sword placed before Nie Qing.