Bab 692: Netherworld Sword

Li Yunmu was following Beautiful Silk out when a guard rushed over to report to her. "Bad news, Dragon Lady! Our underground blacksmith workshop has been destroyed. It-it was that mortal woman who destroyed it!"

Beautiful Silk glanced at Li Yunmu. "Your friend is being impudent! I let it go when she forcefully entered the Dragon Silk Palace, but now she has also destroyed the blacksmith workshop! What exactly does she think she is doing?"

Beautiful Silk was somewhat furious, and Li Yunmu couldn't offer any explanation for why Miss An would do such a thing. He could only say a few words to appease the woman's anger.

"Sorry for causing trouble for your Dragon Silk Palace. We should first take a look at what exactly is going on."

When they arrived at the blacksmith's workshop at the lower level, they saw that the master blacksmith was lying on the ground with a large hole at the center of his chest. Blood was constantly pouring out of it.