On Celestial Horse Island, a shed was erected next to the parking lot of the Wangshan Inn using scaffolding. Underneath were placed iron anvils, furnaces, and other tools commonly used by blacksmiths. Ding Yong Country personally arranged each tool he collected from nearby villages, preparing the blacksmith shop for operation.
That morning, Zhang Su got out of bed and walked to the window with a very fixed step. Opening the window to aim through the window frame, he said deeply, "The clouds still haven't moved, how strange this sky is!"
Overcast skies are not particularly scary, but rain is. The sky remained overcast, as if it might snow at any moment, constantly imposing an unknown pressure, affecting people's mood negatively.
"It's good they don't move; it proves the world is stabilizing, no one can stir things up, hehe."
Zheng Xinyu tucked in the quilt, patted it, and comforted him.
"That's a great explanation."
