"I'm jealous?" Feng Wu smiled. "If I remember correctly, even Master Rong Yang can fail when he's forging a formidable weapon. Am I right?"
Zuo Qingyu sounded very confident when she said, "I wouldn't worry if I were you. Master Rong Yang is the most outstanding refiner, and with his efforts, the dragon scale dagger is going…"
Just then, boom!
There was the sound of a loud explosion.
They turned in unison, only to see heavy smoke rising up into the sky!
Feng Wu was thrilled. This was what she had been waiting for, albeit it was happening later than she had expected.
"What was that?"
"What happened?"
"Where is it?"
"If I'm not mistaken, isn't that where Master Rong Yang forges his weapons?!"
Everyone was speaking in astonishment.
The old steward had dashed off already, and Zuo Qingyu immediately ran after him.
"Let's go have a look."
