On the opening day of the Sword-forging House, Shushan was a flourishing and prosperous sect.
Early morning. At the yard at the peak of White Tiger Peak.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Who is it?" Xiao Jie was woken up by the light of dawn. He couldn't help rubbing his eyes and asked.
There was still no answer outside the door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Silence, wait a moment." Xiao Jie's face was full of impatience.
"Creak!" Xiao Jie repeatedly babbled as he opened the door unwillingly.
"Heh heh, brother, can you bring us to the Sword Forging Workshop today?" Wang Zu leaned against the door with a smile on his face, blinking with a pair of expectant eyes.
"Ah, f*ck, that's it. Isn't everyone allowed to go?" Xiao Jie couldn't help but yawn and blurt out.
"Don't you know that the mountain
