“Master Li, my apologies. Our clan head intended to come personally, but with war looming, he’s secluded himself to see if he can make any last-minute gains. So he sent me in his stead.” The Guo Clan envoy gave a polite smile. “I’ve brought 1,500 taels of blood gold with me. How about I leave it here for you, to spare you the trouble of moving it yourself? Heh heh.”0

This envoy was no mere errand-runner; he was a high ranking member of the Guo Clan. Yet here he was, acting with deference and humility before Li Yuan. In his mind, there was no reason for Li Yuan to refuse. After all, although Li Yuan was technically on Gu Xuejian’s side, he was also a weaponsmith for the Holy Tree Palace. In a sense, he was obliged to forge a spirit artifact for them.0

The other renowned weaponsmith of the Holy Tree Palace, Master Gong, rarely crafted spirit artifacts now, being wholly devoted to pursuing the Dao. And...0