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Snowy Skies City.
A Blacksmith’s workshop.
The Night Watchman’s disciple, A’Cheng, worked the bellows as usual, scattering sparks.
A mellow voice suddenly rang out. “Oh, that's somewhat interesting.”
A’Cheng looked over. He wasn’t sure when he’d gotten there, but there was now an elegant old man in long robes standing outside the workshop door.
A beautiful woman with pure, youthful features stood beside him, clad in a simple red dress. Her beauty left A’Cheng stunned.
A moment later, he grinned. “Customer, are you here to refine a treasure?”
The old man in long robes shook his head. “I’m here to see your master.”
A’Cheng was stunned, but just as he was about to say something, a cold, firm voice rang out. “A’Cheng, return to your room.”
The entirely unassuming, gray-robed Night Watchman emerged accompanying this voice.
“Got it!” A’Cheng scratched his head, turned, and entered the smithy.
“Are you here to flaunt your power?” The Night Watchman said coldly.
He recognized the Netherworld King at a glance, and realized that it was quite likely that the man in long robes had brought her from the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
The old man in long robes smiled warmly. “Don’t misunderstand....
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