Yang Yong stayed in seclusion for a full thirty days.
Over those thirty days, he finished forging all thirty portions of Curio Materials the Second Elder had sent.
He also handed over twelve additional Curio scopes.
Naturally, he could not make it look too fake.
Every time, three portions of materials yielded one Curio.
As consistent as a 3D printer, exactly the same every time.
There had to be times when he got especially lucky and forged an extra one.
Yang Yong: I'm so fucking clever!
Then Yang Yong came out of seclusion.
The moment he appeared, several people from the convoy crowded around him.
"Mr. Yang, I'd like to... have a Curio forged."
The speaker was a man with an extremely low profile in the convoy.
Yang Yong looked at his face and searched his memory several times, but still could not remember his name.
He was the sort of person who...
Was there every day, yet never drew your attention.
Before Yang Yong could agree, several more people squeezed forward from behind.
One after another, their voices overlapped as they all called out.
"Mr. Yang, help me forge one."
"Mr. Yang, I have materials too."
Yang Yong narrowed his eyes slightly.
Where did these materials come from?
Just then, Lao Zhang, the Convoy Supervisor, hurried over and leaned toward Yang Yong's ear, panting.
"Those people left the camp at one point."
Yang Yong said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"After they returned, every one of them brought back some Curio Materials."
Lao Zhang lowered his voice. "Xianming analyzed it and said other elders had approached them."
"The aim was clear... to use them to ask you to forge Curios."
"After analyzing it, Xianming found... that this would benefit you, so he didn't stop them."
Yang Yong asked,