Sword Casting Manor.
Ning Zheng sat in the chair organizing his recent plans.
Counting the days, it's now over 40 days until the Nine-State catastrophe he anticipated.
He wasn't like those small blacksmiths who spent their days idly on the mountain; the sense of urgency in his heart was growing stronger.
That's why he was eager to relocate the manor, to stay far from trouble.
He wasn't some noble ideal Saint Savior either.
His first reaction was to protect himself wisely!
With the Nine-State turmoil and the Saints' games, how could a small Three Elements Realm cultivator like him get involved?
The main thing is to flee!!
That's the most important.
Given his cultivation speed, it only took him a few months from scratch to almost reach the Two-Phase Realm, and with a bit more time, catching up to them wouldn't be difficult.
Why take unnecessary risks?
Hide whenever possible.
Even as a Xirong Divine Craftsman, he shouldn't get involved in this chaos!
