In the brief silence that followed, everyone fell into a hushed stillness.
Ji Jue smiled faintly, Elder Bao sipped his water, and Yu Shu looked utterly bewildered.
No one knew why the two were so quiet.
It felt like something was off, but no one could quite put their finger on it.
There was this inexplicable sense that the dance between these three was just too hard to step through.
Bao Dacai was quietly pondering something, leaving that aside for the moment, Ji Jue’s own feelings were particularly complicated right now—how could two people sitting together somehow create the vibe of three pairs of peers in the same field? This was utterly baffling.
The unspoken understanding between craftsmen went without saying.
Given their talents, it was impossible that they hadn’t studied the mysteries of “Youhui” (Darkness) and “Zhifu” (Decay), for among all the true craftsman’s secrets, only a few could stand in the light.
As for Nirvana…
Damn it, that was the last peer Ji Jue wanted to deal with!
There was no choice.
Everyone said craftsmen were weird, and the moral bottom line of the remnants of the Ember faction was too low, but that still had categories.