The fame of the ironcraft there spreads far and wide, and the Mystical Sect's craftsmen have left a considerable legacy. Some people even craft statues of gods and Buddhas out of iron, which remain imposing and exquisitely crafted, resisting rust for hundreds of years.
Sha Lifei learned for a while, and he benefited a lot.
Clang clang clang!
Sparks flew as the hammer struck the iron.
He suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.
That direction was where the West Ridge Snow Mountain lay.
He wasn't a fool and vaguely felt that his destiny seemed to have arrived.
This was something he had never thought of before.
He originally thought he would wander the pugilistic world all his life, but inexplicably, after following Li Yan, he began to encounter a broader world.
What's the point of life?
Sha Lifei never dared to hope before.
