Several days later.
In Hanping Prefecture, at Master Shuimo's casting room.
The blaze roared fiercely, the temperature was much higher than elsewhere, and the thick cloth curtains fluttered in the wind. Peering inside, one could see the fiery gusts turning the room a blazing red...
The youth leaned on his fine blade, carrying a round shield on his back, waiting outside with patience.
Today was the day to collect his shield, so he had arrived early.
Joining him was Ling, as always.
Since everyone else was busy, and Ling had nothing to do, she quietly followed Song Cheng.