There was no other option. Wen Mingyan could only steel himself and walk into the attic.
Lu Junyi's alchemy room was on the second floor. Due to an explosion, the spot where the cauldron originally sat had been blasted into a large hole. By sheer coincidence, just as Wen Mingyan walked in, he heard a loud clang. The cauldron lid that had been blown away earlier somehow fell through the hole on the second floor and rolled right to Wen Mingyan's feet.
At this moment, Lu Junyi, his face covered in soot, sat on a chair, glaring furiously at Wen Mingyan.
"Speak! If you can't give me a convincing reason, I'll take all the swords on War God Peak and sell them off!"
Wen Mingyan was a sword fanatic. Most of his swords, apart from the few he had purchased himself, were won through duels with others. Those swords were not only his past glories but also the foundation of his cultivation. Hearing this threat, he panicked immediately. "No! You can't touch my swords, otherwise—"
