Chapter 330

Meanwhile.

Deep in Qian Duan Street, beside Qian Jun Pavilion, at an open-air tea stall.

Two men sat there.

At this moment, both men’s expressions were clearly displeased.

“Bang!”

One of them, a burly man with a full beard, slammed his palm hard onto the table.

“What the hell!”

The man shouted angrily.

“This is fucking ridiculous! I’m so goddamn frustrated!”

“Enough, Lao Zhao.”

The man beside him soothed:

“Stop yelling—what good does it do?”

“This is Zhu Xing Town, Master Mo’s territory. Even if you smash the table, they won’t care.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng didn’t calm down—he grew even angrier.

“How can I not yell?!”

He fumed:

“In a few days, it’s our squad’s turn to clear the 80-level raid.”

“Look—you and everyone else in our team are already carrying forged weapons.”

“Only mine is still some drop from a dungeon!”

“Fuck!”

Zhao Meng grew more furious as he spoke.

“For this forged weapon,”

“I’ve drained every last bit of my savings, gathered materials for months—and still, I haven’t even laid eyes on Master Mo!”

“How can I not be furious?”

As Zhao Meng spoke, his eyes turned red.

“Lao Li, I’m not some ignorant fool—I know Master Mo’s status. I don’t deserve his personal forging, that’s fine.”

“But damn it!”

“Even his five apprentices won’t even show their faces!”

“They say they’ve got some huge order to handle and can’t bother with us!”

Zhao Meng trembled with rage.

“A huge order?”

“How huge could it be?”

“Am I short on money? I offered double the price—and still, they said they’re too busy!”

“I think this whole crew looks down on our guild—this is deliberate. They’re out to screw us!”

Watching Zhao Meng fly into a rage,

Li Qiang could only offer a helpless smile.

“Lao Zhao,”

“Forgers have their pride too.”

“Besides, if they say they’ve got a big order, they must really have one.”

“Look down on our guild? Why would they? We haven’t provoked them—who turns away money?”

After hearing his companion’s words, Zhao Meng snorted.

“Hmph!”

“I’m just pissed—I’ve never been treated like this before! It’s so goddamn humiliating!”

Just as Li Qiang was about to speak again,

Suddenly,

His Yanjiao caught a large group heading toward Molao ’s Qian Jun Pavilion.

Li Qiang turned to look.

He froze.

“Lao Zhao…”

Li Qiang frowned and nudged Zhao Meng with his elbow.

“Look over there.”

“What?”

Zhao Meng, distracted and irritable, glared in the direction Li Qiang pointed.

The next instant,

His eyes widened sharply.

He instantly recognized the man leading the group: Mo Qianjun, Master Mo himself—the elusive master!

Surrounding him were precisely the five apprentices who had refused them!

They were laughing and chatting as they surrounded three figures entering Qian Jun Pavilion.

“What the fuck?!”

Zhao Meng shot up from his chair.

“That’s Master Mo, right?”

“I didn’t imagine that, did I?”

“And the ones beside him—his five apprentices?”

Zhao Meng turned to his companion Li Qiang.

Li Qiang paused, then nodded:

“Yes, them.”

Zhao Meng frowned, staring fixedly at Qian Jun Pavilion.

“Who are the three in the middle?”

“Who could make Master Mo and all five apprentices circle them like that?”

Li Qiang shook his head.

“Couldn’t tell.”

“Too far away, and Master Mo’s group surrounded them too tightly.”

Zhao Meng clenched his teeth.

“Who the hell cares who they are!”

“Even if they’re Master Mo’s client, what’s it got to do with his five apprentices?”

“Are they seriously going to have Master Mo and all five apprentices team up to forge a weapon for him?”

Zhao Meng grew angrier as he spoke.

“I bet they’re just fucking with us!”

“Said they had a big order? What a load of bullshit!”

“They just made up an excuse to get rid of us!”

Li Qiang frowned.

“Lao Zhao…”

Before he could finish,

Zhao Meng had already stood up and marched toward Qian Jun Pavilion.

His posture

Clearly meant to demand an explanation.

Li Qiang’s eyes widened—he leapt up to stop him.

“Lao Zhao!”

But

Zhao Meng was broad-shouldered and immensely strong.

Once his temper flared, Li Qiang couldn’t hold him back.

With a single wave of his hand,

Li Qiang’s grip was flung off.

He stood there, watching Zhao Meng’s massive back recede, his head throbbing.

Fuck.

Here we go again.

This idiot!

Li Qiang cursed inwardly.

His companion was unquestionably a reliable teammate in combat.

But his temper? It was worse than a damn powder keg.

Light a match and it explodes.

Once it blows, all that’s left in his mind is the word “fuck.”

Li Qiang had lost count of how many troubles this guy had caused.

Last month, he cursed out the vice-chairman of another guild at the dungeon entrance and nearly came to blows.

The month before that, he kicked down the door of a private booth at the auction house because someone bid up a piece of gear.

…

Li Qiang sighed and hurried after him.

“Old Zhao!”

“Calm down!”

“This is Qianjun Pavilion! It’s Mo Lao’s territory!”

But Zhao Meng paid no attention.

“Calm down?”

“How the hell am I supposed to calm down?”

Zhao Meng marched forward without looking back.

“Wait for me, Old Li.”

“Today, I’m going to find out.”

“What kind of massive order could make Mo Lao’s five disciples all show up?”

As he spoke,

Zhao Meng had reached the front gate of Qianjun Pavilion.

The heavy blue stone door stood tightly shut.

Two guards stood before it.

Dressed in uniform dark gray uniforms, their chests embroidered with a silver hammer emblem.

That was the emblem of the Dragon Nation Forge Association.

“Open the door!”

Zhao Meng stood before the gate and spoke coldly.

One of the guards extended a hand without expression.

“This is Qianjun Pavilion.”

“Closed today. No one is permitted entry.”

“I know.”

Zhao Meng cut him off, voice rising:

“I just want to ask one thing.”

“Who are the three inside?”

“Why is their order an order, but mine isn’t?”

Zhao Meng grew more agitated.

“I’m not short on money! I’ve got all the materials ready! Why can’t I even get a face-to-face?”

“I accept I can’t meet Mo Lao—but I can’t even meet his disciples? Is this how you treat people?”

The guard stared at Zhao Meng, expressionless.

“Sir,”

“Qianjun Pavilion today is handling…”

“Handling what?”

Zhao Meng stepped forward.

“Say it!”

“Who the hell in the Dragon Nation has the qualification to make Master Mo and his five disciples work together to forge a weapon?”

“I don’t even need Mo Lao himself—I just want one of his disciples to take my order!”

At that moment,

Li Qiang arrived beside him, grabbing his arm and whispering urgently:

“Enough, Old Zhao, don’t humiliate yourself…”

“Just leave.”

As he spoke,

he bowed apologetically to the guards.

“Sorry, my brother’s drunk—we’re leaving now…”

“Leave?”

“Old Li, let go of me. If I don’t get an answer today, I’ll die right here at Qianjun Pavilion’s gate…”

Zhao Meng shouted—before he’d even finished speaking,

a creaking sound.

The blue stone door opened from within.

Two figures stepped out, looking down at Zhao Meng and Li Qiang.

Seeing them,

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang froze in place.

They recognized Mo Lao, of course—and the old man beside him, they recognized too!

It was Feng Cangqiong, one of the Five Elders who stood atop the Dragon Nation!

“What’s going on here?”

Feng Cangqiong spoke lightly, glancing at the two.

A wave of authority pressed down upon them.

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang both felt the suffocating pressure.

Li Qiang recovered first.

He immediately clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

“Elder Feng, sorry for the disturbance. My brother’s drunk—we’re leaving now.”

As he spoke,

he pulled Zhao Meng’s arm with all his strength.

“Get the hell out!”

But

Zhao Meng stood firm.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak:

“Elder Feng, I only want a weapon forged, but Mo Lao and his five disciples have shut their doors to me.”

“You surely don’t lack good weapons.”

“I just want to know—who has the qualification to make Master Mo and his five disciples work together to forge a weapon?”

When Zhao Meng finished speaking,

Li Qiang’s vision went black.

It’s over.

He’s insane.

Fine, if you questioned Mo Lao alone, I’d understand—but you’re daring to question Elder Feng, one of the Five Elders, right here?

We won’t make it out of Zhuxing Town tonight…