Chapter 4621 — A Letter from the Secular World
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
This was likely the finest weapon he could ever forge in his life, and of course he wanted it perfect—but perhaps because the materials were simply too extraordinary, the demands this weapon placed on heat precision at the moment of shaping were staggeringly high.
"There's always time. Honestly, holding it steady this long without change is already remarkable. If it truly can't be done, then treat this as practice—forging materials can be obtained again, and we can start over." Wei Zhao consoled him.
"How could we do that? Ten-thousand-year tree crystal, primeval pure land—things like these won't come again in another lifetime. How can we call it practice? Rest easy, Brother Lin. Even if I can't bring it to shape for now, I'm confident I can at least maintain the status quo. As for a solution, I'll think it through and try it slowly—I believe the day will come!" The Scrap King's eyes blazed.
Seeing the Scrap King's firm and confident manner, Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback, then smiled and nodded vigorously. This man was a forging genius—and a single-minded forging genius at that. He had truly stumbled upon a treasure.
The two talked and drank through the entire night. Far from growing drunk, they grew more and more spirited—especially the Scrap King, whose face glowed with excitement. Some men find their literary inspiration flowing like a spring after wine; his was more like a bursting dam—every little while another bizarre idea would pop out, leaving the half-trained Wei Zhao gaping again and again.
In the end, the Scrap King grew so carried away that he simply abandoned Wei Zhao, threw himself back over the stone platform, and resumed his calculations—much to Wei Zhao's exasperation and amusement.
Just as Wei Zhao was at his wit's end, the Scrap King finally came to his senses and, seizing a spare moment, said to him, "Brother Lin, you'd best be going. One of me here is quite enough. This is the perfect chance for me to go into seclusion and cultivate my patience—a fine opportunity indeed."
Wei Zhao looked at him. By his reckoning dawn was near, so at last he nodded and rose. "Very well, then I leave it to you, Brother Wang. I'll come see you again in a few days."
Emerging from the Scrap King's secret base, Wei Zhao did not return to the Azure Cloud Pavilion but headed straight for the market district. He could hardly wait to see that letter Hong Zhong had spoken of.
Seeing Wei Zhao at his door so early in the morning, Hong Zhong was briefly startled; then, at Wei Zhao's urging, he produced the letter and placed it in his hands.