Zhang Huaping, wearing a white snow fleece coat, passed through the teleportation array and arrived at Sword Casting Manor.
She stopped for a moment at the entrance plaza, gazing at the exquisite ice sculptures filled with artistry.
A few fellows were there, holding chisels and hammers, vigorously banging away.
Zhang Huaping watched with a bewildered face.
Are these blacksmiths not forging iron, but ice sculptures?
"We're just so versatile."
Jiucai Rong came over and immediately changed the subject:
"We've already prepared a new batch of painting cards, blind box weapons, oh, and we need to procure some things."
"Before that, could you tell us about the recent situation in Pingchang City?"
Zhang Huaping was invited into the steward's office.
Everyone quickly learned about the scarecrow army's movements, knowing about that night's events.
They were greatly shocked on the spot, a chorus of "Mom" resonated.
