Cao Xianming's breathing grew slightly labored.
Since when could Yang Yong craft curios by hand?
Hadn't he always just tossed the materials into a furnace and waited?
And that little girl...
He stared at the illusory figure, an indescribable chill crawling up his spine.
This time... he saw clearly. That was not a person.
Absolutely not.
One human and one "apparition" forged together, utterly absorbed.
Cao Xianming dared not approach and could not make a sound. He could only crouch in a corner, his back teeth clenched tight.
He waited there for about an hour.
The fire dragon let out one final, low roar. Its flames abruptly contracted and sank into a newly formed blade.
It was a butterfly knife, its blade long, slender, and perfectly shaped, a cold, strange light flowing along its edge.
Yang Yong scooped it up and turned it over a couple of times, the corners of his mouth lifting in obvious delight.
He opened his mouth, about to call Mang Dabiao in to collect it, but when he looked up, he suddenly froze...
At some point, two people had crouched down beside him.
"How did you get in here?" Yang Yong asked Cao Xianming.
Cao Xianming was looking down, fiddling with the electronic device on his left wrist. Its screen was a lifeless gray.
Just as he had thought...
As he had guessed, Yezi's Ghost Domain completely blocked even electronic signals.
No wonder the Grand Elder had not contacted Yang Yong directly, instead taking a long, roundabout route that ultimately led to him.
Cao Xianming tapped the electronic device.
It suddenly vibrated, displaying an encrypted short message.
Cao Xianming looked up and stared at Yang Yong. "The Grand Elder of Mechanical City wants to see you."
Startled, Yang Yong froze for half a second.
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