"Sir, follow me."
Auntie Three's face turned wary. She harbored nothing but fear for Ren Feifan—just a single needle had put her through a torturous ordeal!
She had no choice but to obediently lead the way.
Ren Feifan looked behind at Daoist Wu Yu and noticed his master's eyes intently gazing toward the nearby Hidden Sword Villa.
He fell into deep contemplation, filled with immense complexity.
It was as if he was recalling some past event.
"Master, should we check out Elder Qiu's Forging Room?" he asked.
After a while, Daoist Wu Yu regained his composure, looked at Auntie Three, and inquired, "Is this Elder Qiu you refer to inside, refining artifacts?"
Auntie Three hurriedly shook her head: "These past few days there has been a big gathering at Hidden Sword Villa. Elder Qiu has no time for artifact refining and plans to wait until the materials are gathered before starting the process! The Refining Room should be empty at this time."