Only after entering the ground did Shen Luo discover that there was more than one aura ahead. All of them were moving in the same direction-toward Elder Wuming's residence.
His heart stirred, and he immediately gave chase at full speed.
Meanwhile, Elder Wuming was in a secret chamber in his residence, inspecting and fine-tuning a towering warrior clad in red armor. It stood roughly ten feet tall, with two crimson sabers hanging behind its waist, and looked imposing.
"The offensive Yan Patterns should be strengthened a little more. A slight loss in speed is acceptable. Blazing Sun's defenses are strong, so that shouldn't be much of a problem," Elder Wuming muttered as he modified the Yan Patterns on the Puppet Armor warrior's arm.
"Could you do something about that habit of talking to yourself? You're usually a man of few words, so why do you never stop muttering whenever you work on Puppet Armor?" Elder Fu could not help teasing him.
He was sitting on the floor nearby, bored out of his mind, holding a wine gourd and gently rubbing it.
"I didn't ask you to come listen to me mutter. You insisted on coming yourself," Elder Wuming said without even looking up.
"Hey! Don't be like the dog that bit Lü Dongbin, unable to recognize a kind heart! I came out of goodwill to protect you while you worked, and you don't even appreciate it," Elder Fu said irritably.
At that, Elder Wuming said nothing more.
"What do you think was going on with that refining furnace Shen Luo brought out today? Its grade was extraordinarily high," Elder Fu asked again after a brief silence.
"You'll have to ask Man Bo about that. How would I know?" Elder Wuming said.
"I did. That fellow Man Bo refused to tell