"All Things Self-transform, All Things Self-form..."
In front of the deepest recesses of the Melting Furnace, amidst a surge of green flames, Elder Anvil threw the materials in his hand into the fire with a sigh: "For the mundane of You Sui to forge the Heavenly Artisan of Ember, this sword, I fear, has been hidden for quite a long time?"
He said, "The skill of the Heavenly Furnace, truly remarkable."
"Getting agitated?"
A distant shadow outside the workshop sneered, "I thought Elder Anvil could be Unmoving as a Mountain, but now it seems your temper is not as high-reaching as rumored."
"I am no monster with plans without flaws, wisdom deep as the sea. In the face of true worldly transformation, I am ultimately just a mere ordinary."
Temporary gains and losses, though unrelated to the grand scheme, how could one not feel frustrated?"
Elder Anvil turned to look at his invited guest and suddenly asked, "I heard you interacted with that young man before?"
"Yes."
