When Chen Tang returned to the Shadow Tower, the night was already deep.
The nearby blacksmith shop was still alight with the glow of the forge, the clanging of iron striking iron ceaselessly.
If not for crafting the Feathered Arrows for the Flood Dragon Bow, Blacksmith Feng would have closed up long ago at this hour.
"Old Feng, it's late already, missing a day won't matter. Come have a drink at the Shadow Tower first."
Chen Tang called out.
"Almost done, almost done."
Blacksmith Feng wiped his sweat, glanced back at Chen Tang, and chuckled, "I can afford to miss a day or two, but you can't."
"What do you mean?"
Chen Tang was slightly startled, faintly sensing a hidden meaning in Blacksmith Feng's words.
But Blacksmith Feng seemed not to hear Chen Tang's question, continuing to work with his head down, sparks flying densely around him.
Chen Tang pondered briefly and refrained from persuading further, heading back to the Shadow Tower.
