The Blacksmith lived in a slum outside Profound Craft Sect City.
According to Cang Nan.
This Master Blacksmith was once a Tributor in Profound Craft Sect City. He grew tired of conflict and retired to a life of seclusion in the slum. It had been over thirty years, and very few people even knew he existed.
Even Cang Nan.
He had only heard of this Master Blacksmith by chance; otherwise, he wouldn't have known he existed either.
"Ugh... it stinks!"
Barbaric Bull pinched his nose as he walked through the slum. Piles of garbage were everywhere, and the stench was overwhelming.
"Boss, does that Master Blacksmith really live here?"
"I think so..."
Even Chen Han couldn't help but frown after seeing the state of the slum.
'He was beginning to doubt if what Cang Nan had said was true.'
"We're here. This is it!"
Just as he spoke, the two arrived at their destination.
"Excuse me..."
Chen Han was just about to ask when he heard a cold snort from within the tent.
