Lord Sovereign

"Well, Junior Brother thinks the same as I thought. Let's go. After I get back, I will report to Master, and then tell you what the Master means. Then, you can go and see Master. I think as we have lost forge hands in the Angong Gate now, the only person left is you who can refine the weapons and ad more needed. Master will not disagree with your request. If it doesn't work, then since Junior Brother Lin just left a position open, it will be a good thing for you to go to the library."

"Thank you brother in advance!" Fei Hong couldn't help feeling relieved a lot when he heard Zhang Long speaking for him. He clasped his fists and thanked him. But when he heard Brother Lin had passed away, he felt sad again.

The four of them had just gone through a fierce fight, and they all lost their friends or relatives. They were able to get together at this moment, and they looked extraordinarily cordial. 

The carriage returned to Angong Mountain while they were talking and laughing. They did not hesitate and went straight to the main hall of the Angong Gate. Zhang Long told the three elders about the situation of Ling Castle, and then told them about Fei Hong's request. Elder Cao Wang agreed without hesitation.

It was late at night when Fei Hong returned to the refining room after he finish all these chores. Fei Hong has been busy, sorting out a room where no one slept before and handing it over to Li Ling to live in. After setting her up, he went to the refining room to take a look, and then he returned to his house with peace of mind.

He took out the other black iron stone that Zhang Shi had given him and put it on the table. As soon as Forge Hands died, the refining room of the Sacred Sect belonged to him. The best substrate he had now was this black iron stone. The mysterious iron armor on his chest were still used frequently, but there were already a few depressions on it, and it won't last long.

The remaining relatively large black iron stone, he originally wanted to refine a handy weapon. It was the kind of weapon that would be hidden. Just like the one Bai Daxia used against him.

At the beginning, Bai Daxia was competing with Fei Hong in the competition. Bai Daxia hid two soft swords in her cuffs and almost defeated him with one move. This gave him a lot of inspiration. If there was such a late move in the fight, it could definitely hit the opponent by surprise and turn defeat into victory.

Now that Li Ling was by his side, he had to make himself stronger so that he could protect Li Ling. Thinking of this, Fei Hong did not hesitate anymore. He picked up the black iron stone and walked into the small refining room, ignited the furnace and raised the cauldron. He threw the black iron stone in, and then found a piece of black iron from the Forge Hands storage. Iron and stone, to create a model of the weapon that he would refine.

After being busy until daybreak, Fei Hong let out a sigh of relief—in front of him, there was a black iron mold that had just been taken out of the furnace. This was a sword-shaped mold that was more than a foot long, and the blade was in the shape of lightning. It went up very sharply.

Fei Hong nodded in satisfaction, walked to the cauldron and took a look at the melting black iron stone. After controlling the temperature, he got up and walked towards the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Fei Hong saw a young girl standing at the door. The girl's eyebrows and lips were bright and mysterious, and her round nose looked playful and cute. She wore a pale yellow self-cultivation dress that exquisitely highlighted. Out of that perfect figure, it was Fei Li Ling who was dressed in the costume of the Sacred disciple.

Seeing that, Fei Hong was stunned. Li Ling nodded and smiled, her cheeks flushed, she was like "suspected fairy descending to the world, looking back and smiling won Xinghua".

"Li Ling, what are you doing?" Fei Hong realized his abnormality. "You, why did you put on this dress?"

"Hey Hong, Sister Mo Yu was here this morning and brought this dress for me. Elder Cao Wang told her to bring it. Look, doesn't it fit me?" Li Ling asked, smiled and turned towards Fei Hong. She had slowly walked out of the sadness of losing her grandfather.

"Haha, it fits you!" Fei Hong didn't know that Li Ling couldn't really join the Sacreds.

Cao Wang did this to pay back his favor. But Mo Yu, this woman had never had much to do with herself, and according to her seniority, she asked her to call her a senior sister.

"Hehe, Sister Mo Yu originally wanted to take me out for a walk, but she left suddenly when something happened. Would you like to take me for a walk?" Li Ling said and her arms swayed when she heard Fei Hong's compliment and smiled and embraced him. 

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there!" Fei Hong said, patted Li Ling's shoulder with affection. To talk about the two girls closest to him now, one was this playful and sensible Li Ling, and the other was the slightly indifferent and mature Bai Daxia who treated him well. These two people were completely two different characters, and sometimes it was really funny to think about it.

Mo Yu also specially brought a breakfast in the morning. After the two of them had breakfast, Fei Hong took Li Ling out to let her get familiar with the situation inside the Angong mountain.

The two conversed as they walked, while Fei Li Ling held his arms. He didn't know whether Fei Li Ling was deliberate or unintentional. She kept holding Fei Hong's arm and dangling around him, attracting the eyes of many Sacred disciples for a while.

Not long after, the two walked to the library.