Bai Wu didn't think too much. When the answer was right in front of his eyes, there was no need to waste time.
The two of them, Spade Ten and Jing Liu, were not of any use at the moment. Bai Wu was also curious, would bringing two accompanying NPCs be of any help on this journey?
Were the words spoken by Old Qian referring to Spade Ten, or someone else?
He pushed open the door to the blacksmith's shop, where thick cobwebs had formed several layers in the corners. This ghostly place seemed to be completely devoid of any twists or dangers, and the spiders themselves had become as cute as baby spiders.
What caught his eye first were the furnace and the forging table. The weapons laid out on the table naturally did not catch Bai Wu's interest.
There were no clues like notes to be found here either.
He recalled that in his many previous explorations, he was always able to find written records.
But not this time.
This time, Bai Wu's gaze fell on a bloodstained forging hammer.