The old man with disheveled hair was none other than Lian Feijia.0

Seeing his state, Lin Xun, Lian Yuntian, and Lian Hongxiu could tell that the blacksmith had encountered a problem in his current forging process.0

Lian Yuntian coughed dryly.0

Lian Feijia, looking as though he was caught in an endless trouble that he could not extricate himself from, suddenly trembled. He quickly turned his head and roared, “Who let you guys in!?”0

There was fury and frustration in his voice.0

“Brother Feijia, why do you seem so annoyed? Let me guess, did you run into difficulties? If you tell us about it, then maybe we can put our heads together and come up with a solution.” Lian Yuntian walked up to him with a smile.0

Lian Feijia grunted indignantly. “Come up with a solution? More like you’re eager to make fun of this old man! Huh, who is this person? How could you bring an outsider into my private zone?”0

His voice grew more and more displeased with each sentence.0

Lian Yuntian hastily told him about what had happened through voice transmission.0

After hearing the whole story, Lian Feijia was skeptical, but seeing Lian...0