It was bound to be no good thing, but the artifact refiners driven by obsession had long lost the ability to judge normally. Thus, the workshop master and the other artifact refiners still stubbornly insisted on completing this divine masterpiece.
So, was there any way to pull the firewood from beneath the cauldron?
Wen Xu propped up his head, considering every solution he could think of. Either it would take too long to work, or their abilities were insufficient. No, heaven never barred every road to the desperate. There had to be a way; he had simply dabbled in too little, which was why he could not find an effective solution.
The Pill Formation was difficult to break, so there was no need to consider any method other than smashing it apart by force, so—
Artifact refinement. If they could stop the forging of that so-called divine weapon, then with Master's abilities, he could certainly bring the situation under control.
But the problem was that none of the three of them knew how...
No, there were more than just three of them.
Bian Chunchou looked up, only to find Wen Xu-Xu standing far too close to him. "What is it? Did you figure out why I'm unaffected by the Pink Snow?"
"No." Wen Xu did not retreat. "You have the Bright Moon Secret Realm with you, right?"
Bian Chunchou nodded. They had gone down the mountain to bury his bargain-bin father, Shu Wenzhou, so of course he had to bring his second father along. He had considered asking Senior Brother Zheng to take it back midway through, but there had been too much going on, and he had forgotten. "What is it? You're not thinking of waking my second father early, are you?"
His second father was indeed a grandmaster