On the twenty-seventh day of the first winter month, lazy sunlight washed over the Artifact-Forging Peak of the Azure Cloud Sect.
The peak was wreathed in mist, the furnaces glowed with intense heat, and piles of half-finished magical artifacts in all sorts of bizarre shapes formed small mountains. The artifact-forging elder stood before a heap of spirit rice husks, excitement and fanaticism burning in his eyes.
"Ha! I have finally crafted this 'Rice-Scented Fart Armor'!" The elder raised his arms high and made his grand declaration.
Chapter 558