The Future.
Xirong Manor.
A group of blacksmiths were laughing and joking in the square, completing their tasks.
They were now quite well-established, with many Immortal Venerable powerhouses serving them, just a batch of Jiumu Qing blacksmiths could suppress the entire manor's power, making it the undisputed first forging force under the heavens.
Various precious Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasures were crafted by them, advancing different forging technologies, benefiting the whole world.
"So boring."
"The painter suddenly took off?"
"Is he out of his mind? For no reason, he attained enlightenment and abandoned us."
"You don't understand, that's called carefree."
"I think he never cared about us anyway, treating us like sweet nothings."
The blacksmiths idly chatted among themselves.
The painter's sudden departure was outrageous, but on second thought, it seemed quite fitting with his character as Old Deng.
