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Clang! Clang! Clang!

All the time, Ming Ze heard the sound of iron being struck from the blacksmith.

Hearing it constantly sometimes felt uncomfortable because it made the ears buzz somewhat.

However, the blacksmith's every move seemed to have a deep mystery. One could watch it while thinking about their own cultivation.

Some overly curious people boldly asked the blacksmith to share his methods, but he ignored those people's requests.

When they started to raise their voices, imperial soldiers came and asked them to leave.

Here, the bullies really couldn't do anything.

Over time, the people watching diminished constantly as they still had to leave to attend to their other affairs.

When it was evening and entering dusk, only Ming Ze was left.

Clang!

Ming Ze watched until the blacksmith's punch.

After it was over, he let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off his forehead before looking at Ming Ze again.