Several days later, in Mingdu.
Zhen Hua came as promised, bringing Mu Ye with him. Once the three met up, they wasted no time and headed straight for the Ascension Platform.
Only Divine Craftsmen and future Divine Craftsmen were allowed inside.
The place was usually deserted. It did not even have guards.
Yin Hongye was walking ahead when he suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?" Zhen Hua asked.
"Nothing." Yin Hongye looked away, his tone casual. "A few little bugs are hiding in the shadows. They're pitifully weak. Probably here to watch you. With me around, they're keeping their distance."
Zhen Hua frowned. "Whose people?"
"Who cares?" Yin Hongye raised a finger toward them and kept walking. "They're dead now. They were from the Holy Spirit Cult anyway."
Zhen Hua asked no more. He knew the Holy Spirit Cult wanted him dead at every turn.
After passing through checkpoint after checkpoint, the two finally reached the Ascension Platform.
It was a rooftop beneath an enormous glass dome.
The building stood seventy-eight stories tall.
And nothing nearby came close to its height.
The vast rooftop covered more than two thousand square meters and felt remarkably empty.
"Come on, show me your Heavenly Forging. Then I can take it a little easier from now on." Zhen Hua walked to the center of the Ascension Platform and got straight to the point. "That shouldn't be a problem for you, should it?"
"Of course not," Yin Hongye said. But his gaze still drifted toward West Mountain. Those people had not even touched one of them.
Qian Gu Dongfeng was so slow!
It was taking him years to deal with this. That was enough time to stage a rebellion or two.
Yin Hongye stopped thinking about it. He went to the Forging Platform, casually took two pieces