"No, that's not the right choice." But within Su Changkong's heart, a voice constantly told him to stay true to himself, and he resolutely shook his head in refusal.
"Ah!"
Yan Yan was crying; Zhang Tie, the old Manor Lord, and others all sighed and shook their heads. In the end, no one continued to comfort him. The group left Bronze Villa, disappearing into the black fog.
Only Su Changkong was left in the once bustling Bronze Villa.
A sense of loneliness and despair also filled Su Changkong's heart, as if he was the only one left in this world. What was the point in continuing to live like this?
To calm himself, Su Changkong entered the Forging Room and began to start the fire and forge.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The hammer fell on the red-hot iron block, emitting clear metallic clangs, with sparks flying everywhere.
