(Second update)
As president of the Blacksmith Association and one of the three great Divine Craftsmen of the age, Lou Gao naturally did not live in some remote backwater. He resided in the central district of Gengxin City.
Gengxin City itself was not particularly large, and Yang Ming had smashed a fifth of its area to pieces with a meteorite, so it did not take him long to reach the city center.
"M-my lord, Senior Lou Gao lives just ahead."
The burly man trembled as he pointed Yang Ming in the right direction.
Since the man had finished guiding him, Yang Ming had no desire to waste time on such a small fry. He waved a hand casually and said, "Get rolling."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Terrified that Yang Ming might pick bones out of an egg just to find fault with him, the burly man actually did as he said. He rolled along the ground into the distance, drawing countless stares from the passersby. They stood on both sides of the street, pointing at him and chattering among themselves.
Yang Ming ignored the commotion around him and looked ahead.
Before him stood a towering building at least thirty meters tall, covering an immense area. Its ability to occupy so much space in the city center spoke volumes about its importance to the city.
Overall, the building was comparable to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City. A black iron plaque hung above it, bearing no words, only two raised images: a hammer and a chisel.
A heavy, sweltering atmosphere washed over him.
Without question, this was the Blacksmith Association Headquarters.
The enormous building looked rather rugged, with no lavish decorations whatsoever. There was not even a guard at the entrance, yet a steady stream of people came and went. All