"This is Eternal Iron, for crying out loud, supposedly impervious to endless grinding... and now it's been ground bright silver?!"
He wiped away his cold sweat, picked up the hammerhead, and slunk away.
Even after running all the way back to the blacksmith shop, Wu Tiejiang was still badly shaken.
He sat in a chair, panting nonstop, cold sweat pouring off him. His large eyes darted about in alarm and uncertainty as an irrepressible thought surged up: Should I make a run for it right now...?
"This place is too damn dangerous!"
Knock, knock, knock...
Someone was knocking at the door.
Wu Tiejiang sighed and opened it, only to find Zuo Xiaonian standing outside.
At the sight of her, Wu Tiejiang instinctively jumped in fright, springing three steps backward, his face full of wariness. "Wh-what is it now?!"
Fuck, please don't let this happen again.
I can't take it anymore.
His reaction startled Zuo Xiaonian so badly that she almost cried out. She asked timidly, "I just wanted to ask, Uncle... my master... are they all right now?"
"They're fine, they're fine... they're all lying over there."
Wu Tiejiang sounded distinctly impatient. "Something suddenly changed over there. I don't know whether those people are alive or dead either... there's no danger there anymore. Go see for yourself. Oh, and tell your dad not to bother me if there's nothing going on. Even if there is, don't come..."
Bang!
He actually shut the door straight in her face, without the slightest courtesy.
Outside the door, Zuo Xiaonian froze for a moment, then suddenly sprang into the air as if possessed and flew toward that place at full speed!
The Zuo home.
The instant that lone eye appeared in the sky, Zuo Changlu could no longer maintain his usual refined composure.