Sword Casting Manor.
After Ning Zheng came back, he kept feeling like the Jiu Shui Spiritual Root in his hand was a hot potato.
The more precious the thing, the more it spooked him, like he might've been dragged into some invisible whirlpool.
What he really wanted was to secretly grow his power, mine, mine, mine, and then one day stun the whole world.
Not keep helping this particular client forge some overpowered Immortal Weapon.
"But since I'm already in the game, I can't refuse."
Ning Zheng let out a quiet sigh.
This Spiritual Root was no small matter, so he could only go straight to Jiucai Rong and roughly explain the situation.
At once, Jiucai Rong and the others, who were busy and hyped up, were shocked: "What, a second order from Jiu Shui?"
The Food God was stunned too, and followed up with a roast: "Looks like the result of our last forging got this big client's super five-star review."
Shao Chaikun didn't stop either: "See? The repeat customer's here."
