For some reason, the winds and clouds above the sword-forging workshop suddenly rolled up and piled up layer by layer, becoming thicker and thicker. The sound of the wind breaking through the air became louder and thicker, and the wind was extremely fierce. In just a moment, layers of the rolling clouds piled up into the mountains and pressed into the sword-forging workshop layer by layer, as if the mountain rain was coming. As the cloud layer piled up, the sound of the thunder, which seemed to be constantly rubbing and pressing, gradually became louder. The sky gradually darkened.
In the circular mountain pass of the Sword-forging House, an old man with an old face inside the deep cave slightly raised his head and looked out of the cave. Inside the stove next to it, a flourishing fire wa
