Midwinter, the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. The setting sun bled across the sky, dyeing the Artifact Refining Peak of the Azure Cloud Sect in a gloomy, crimson hue. The bluestone paths cast a cold, bleak light in the lingering glow, while the wind rustled through the fallen leaves. Only the bronze bells hanging from the eaves swayed lazily in the twilight, chiming with a desolate resonance that seemed to steep the entire dusk in a jar of silent wine.
Yet upon this seemingly ordinary peak, an absurd farce was quietly unfolding.
Elder Xuanfeng, the artifact crafting elder, driven by some inexplicable inspiration, had used those "cursed, foul-mouthed Spirit Rice husks" to forge a "Sassy Armor."
Chapter 566