"Yes, not just the workshop master. Who exactly are you people? By rights, any cultivator should know this information!"
Not just? That phrase made Wen Xu's brow twitch. "Could this snow have some other use in artifact refinement?"
"Exactly. We even suspect that this snow was deliberately twisted into falling by the workshop master and the others to commemorate the birth of a divine weapon. Artifact refiners had always been aloof and prideful, and our workshop master was the cream of the crop. For the sake of this divine weapon, he had not refined any other magical artifact for eight hundred years. He had poured all his blood and sweat into it. He had gone mad!"
To cling desperately to one thing for eight hundred years—perhaps it had begun as a simple desire, but accumulated over time, it would eventually become... Wen Xu did not dare imagine how deep that workshop master's obsession with the divine weapon had grown after this snowfall.
The stronger a person was, the more terrifying they became once they went astray.
Wen Xu suddenly felt some admiration for the demon's grasp of the human heart. From Pill Fragrance City to Mingxuan City and then Rongyuan City, he now somewhat understood why that demon had stationed itself in Pill Fragrance City. It was not merely because Pill Fragrance City was a place of vengeance. More importantly, the other three cities had all been thoroughly arranged, and such arrangements were a burden even to the demon.
It seemed that although they had been trapped in Pill Fragrance City and had terrible luck, their luck had not sunk to rock bottom. If they had been trapped in Rongyuan City from the very beginning, while they were still Golden Core cultivators, the situation would likely have been far worse.