"Who's raising the dead at the Third Watch of the Night?"
"Martial Uncle, the Sect Leader has summoned you. He asks that you proceed to the Celestial Craft Hall immediately for a discussion."
"My apologies, Martial Uncle."
Fu Li's Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he managed to squeeze out the words, "The council lamps are lit in the Celestial Craft Hall. The Sect Leader ordered the Weapon Casting Hall to send someone for a discussion, and right now... you're the most qualified person we have..."
Xu Yunfan felt a sense of resignation. The Weapon Casting Hall had many veteran Weapon Forgers, but the vast majority of them were completely engrossed in their craft and wouldn't bother with such affairs.
Xu Yunfan thought back on the dozen or so Inner Sect Disciples in the Weapon Casting Hall.
...
'It really does have to be me.'
