Walking for about the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, the two of them finally arrived in front of the blacksmith shop.
The flow of people in this area was comparatively much sparser, with scattered individuals walking here and there.
Entering the shop, the blacksmith was hard at work forging iron, his brow furrowed as sweat continuously dripped down his cheeks. Raising his hammer high, he struck the anvil with steady, precise, and fierce blows, sending sparks flying in an instant.
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