Ning Zheng spread the news of the collaboration with the Night Emperor to the Sword Casting Manor.
The blacksmiths were excited.
"Hahaha." Night Mad Cultivator was overjoyed, "Finally, I won't be hung on the street lamps by my own Embers baby. I'm the second in command of the manor, how can I manage these knuckleheads with any dignity?"
Happy and joyful.
They could even eat three big bowls during meals.
And the most important hurdle had been overcome, so the blacksmiths started to formally plan, trying to soar to the top and connect with the top bigwigs of the Immortal Realm.
Just like back in the day when they, as small blacksmiths, went to the capital to mingle with the strongest emperor of the Nine-State, Jiu Shui, and soared ever since.
Now they were trying to recreate their path to rising again.
Choosing is more important than enduring hardships.
In the manager's room, a group of people started a heated discussion.
"Let's get started, let's get started!"
