Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Willow Immortal Elder's slender willow branches were as nimble as embroidery needles. One held Innate Yang Steel drawn into fine wire, another steadied the Weird Gun's body, and several others waited nearby, ready at any moment.
Following specific positions and lines, the milky-white metal wire was embedded little by little into the Weird Gun's pitch-black body.
It was like embroidering a silver star chart onto black silk.
Luo Fan sat on a rock not far away, watching from start to finish.
He could not rest easy entrusting a treasure on the level of Innate Yang Steel to someone else to forge.
Even though Willow Immortal Elder had been recommended by his wife, the Weird Bride, he had to watch in person to make absolutely sure nothing went wrong.
He had spent most of those three days keeping watch here.
Occasionally, when he had a moment to spare, he took out his Doomsday Phone and contacted Jiang Shengnan to ask about the migration from the Holy City.
The Holy City was still packing up.
Even if most people were willing to move to Lin City, relocating tens of thousands of people with their families and supplies was an enormous undertaking.
Food, clothing, tools, weapons, and those wounded in the Beast Tide-just taking inventory and packing everything would take several days.
He did not rush them.
With his companions from the Hope Convoy stationed in the Holy City, and Sequence User squads from the Aerospace Base and Greenedge Base escorting them along the way, there probably would not be any major safety issues.
He only needed to get everything ready in Lin City to receive them.
Think of someone, and there they were.
Just as Luo Fan was starting to get bored waiting,