Shui Yue'er turned back toward the room. "Sis, what did they say?"
Shui Bing'er rose from her chair.
She rubbed the back of her neck, then stretched her stiff lower back from sitting too long before walking to the doorway.
She shifted aside, allowing them a narrow glimpse inside. "We're making a suit of armor."
"What kind of armor?"
"You'll know when it's finished. For now, we can only ask you to stall them a little longer."
Hearing that, Si Long peered through the crack in the door.
Numerous metal components lay spread across the table, while finished arm guards hung from a wooden rack against the wall.
The arm guards were ice-blue throughout, their lines razor-sharp, their surfaces covered in dense formation patterns.
After one glance, Si Long could no longer look away.
He was a blacksmith, so he naturally understood the value of those things.
The workmanship, the patterns—he had never seen anything like them.
Suppressing his amazement, he nodded. "All right. I hope you can finish quickly. We'll... stall them a little longer too."
"Let's go. Other than trusting them now, we have no other choice." Xue Li patted his shoulder.
The two turned and went downstairs, their footsteps gradually fading down the corridor.
Shui Bing'er closed the door and returned to the table to sit down.
Xue Wu asked, "Everything okay?"
Shui Bing'er gave a hum. "We can still hold them off. Keep going."
Early the next morning, outside the Spirit Hall branch in Gengxin City.
Two pitch-black carriages stood side by side before the steps.
Golden patterns adorned their bodies, purple-black velvet curtains hung before their doors, and Spirit Hall banners fluttered above them.
Before dawn, the vice bishop had already brought his men to wait at the entrance.
The carriage curtains lifted, and two