Kong Jinghong suspected he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and looked again: Could it be that I haven't fully revived, trapped in a distorted illusion before death?
A few blacksmiths saw Kong Jinghong standing still in shock, and they immediately reacted.
This is bad.
This guy's appearance was too sudden, we're thrown off our game.
It's because they're inexperienced.
Almost forgot the tomb-raiding guide, blend in with the Embers, call them brothers.
But most of the people present are newbie players.
Before opening the dungeon, they boasted like crazy, but they're really like academy disciples.
When it was time to showcase their improvisational acting skills, they were all stiff, stuttering without saying a word.
Instead, Su Yuniang and the other veteran blacksmiths smiled, and using [Mail] a few flowers appeared out of thin air,
"Child, you've worked hard. You might know me; I am the consort of the Immortal Venerate, recently reborn..."
