One month passed like a silent storm.
In that short span of time, Ethan's name rose to a height equal to the Emperor himself. What had once been a modest smithshop tucked inside a crowded street was now replaced by a towering ten story structure that dominated the capital skyline.
The building shimmered with arrays and protective formations, its walls embedded with spirit stones that pulsed faintly like a living organism. Merchants, nobles, sect representatives, and even royal envoys lined up daily to commission weapons. The signboard carried a simple name, yet throughout the continent it had become synonymous with perfection.
Ethan's strength had also advanced at a terrifying speed. In raw combat power, he was now comparable to a top level Martial Emperor.
