In the sword-forging room next to Xiao Dong's room was Ling Hong. However, Ling Hong was not in a hurry to refine a treasure. At this moment, Ling Hong was sitting on top of his scarlet stone, depressed. The excitement he felt when he had just arrived had long since disappeared. He was already sitting there for more than a month and couldn't help but want to go crazy.
Ling Hong's head was filled with a headache as he didn't see anything coming from next door. Forging a sword was supposed to cause a huge commotion, but he couldn't figure out who had such a great charm. It was the king of destruction. However, if one were to talk about activity alone, Ling Hong might be able to accept it. Drops of water would fall from above from time to time, and it seemed to be freezing. No matter how muc
