The Heavenly Mechanism Workshop.
It was still bustling with people.
Indeed, although the Mystic Scale Armor challenge was gone, as were the Wulin People who had crowded around yesterday, the Heavenly Mechanism Workshop was still the Heavenly Mechanism Workshop.
Mechanisms, weapons, implements-these were its resounding calling cards, both in the Capital City and throughout the martial world.
So there were still plenty of people coming every day to commission custom implements.
Merchant-looking folk, people from the martial world, and stewards from wealthy households all waited there.
Just then, as a carriage slowly stopped outside the Heavenly Mechanism Workshop, quite a few people looked over.
The carriage curtain lifted, and a woman in fitted martial attire stepped down first.
She was tall and slender, with a sword at her waist and a chill in her eyes.
Simply standing there, she exuded an air that warned strangers to keep their distance.
For a moment, many gazes were drawn to her.
"Tsk, what a fiery babe!"
One man in the crowd could not help muttering, his eyes shining as he looked toward her.
A stunning figure was one thing, but her looks were exceptional too.
A woman like that was enough to make a man drool.
But the words had barely left his mouth when his companion hurriedly tugged at him. "Shut up!"
Huh?
The man froze. Before he could react, another person emerged from the carriage.
His appearance immediately quieted much of the surrounding clamor.
"He was the one who broke the Heavenly Mechanism Workshop's Mystic Scale Armor with one finger yesterday?!"
"Of course! I saw it myself. Two explosive cracks, and the Mystic Scale Armor split right open!"
"Tsk, tsk. I heard he's a master of ninth-realm entry into the sect. The Marquis Who Guards the North really has raised a