The scene was very quiet. All eyes were on Chen Pingping, waiting for his answer, but he remained silent for a long time. This silence made everyone realize the problem: he had failed.
Forging a Heaven Tao Divine Weapon at the Saint Realm was, after all, just a joke.
But no one dared to laugh at Chen Pingping. Since ancient times, no one had ever attempted such a feat. Chen Pingping didn't just try; he even drew many powerful enemies to act, which said it all.
In defeat, there was still honor.
"It's such a pity," Cang Yun said softly. "Had a Saint Realm powerhouse forged an Emperor Weapon, they would have made history, astonishing the Heavens and all realms."
"That would have attracted even more powerful enemies."
"Exactly..."
The crowd discussed amongst themselves.
Only Liu Changqing and Alan remained silent, looking at each other. They felt that something was amiss.
