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Embracing such a thought, Wang Anfeng searched in the Mo Family Academy for over four hours, finally finding Master Fu Mo's whereabouts. At that time, the elder was sitting alone in a secluded room, surrounded by piles of various mechanical materials, nearly burying him.
His eyes were fixed on the unfinished mechanism in his hands, almost glowing with intensity. Though he was a disheveled old man, his aura had become deep and mysterious, like a mountain's peak, like the distant sea. Holding a sharp blade, with disheveled hair and a bent figure in a cramped space, he resembled a swordsman drawing his sword and a scholar lying drunk.
It was like the point made by the Great Elder while drinking over the Qingfeng Edge.
Its spirit had formed on its own.
Wang Anfeng actually found it difficult to disrupt this atmosphere.
He could only stand to one side and wait quietly.