Wu Piwu silently knocked on the blacksmith's door.
It was still deep night, and the howling winds outside were fierce, with the chaotic storm at its peak.
The Half-Giant Blacksmith was not a creature of darkness, so he would not be swept away by the chaotic storm; however, he seemed to detest the chaotic storm greatly, only opening half of the door.
The Half-Giant saw Wu Piwu and his expression, and suddenly exclaimed, “That wolf girl was swept away?”
Wu Piwu shook his head slightly, then nodded, saying, “The one who came with me, Jiujiu, was swept away. The dark qi on her infected Daphne, and both were taken.”
The Half-Giant was taken aback for a moment, then with a serious expression said, “Your bird is actually a creature of darkness? And it has dark qi? This is a creature of darkness with the bloodline of the True Ancestor!”
Wu Piwu did not inquire about the True Ancestor or anything of the sort; when he was leisurely listening to stories before, he could ask questions, but at this moment, he was already on the brink of an explosion.
Wu Piwu simply asked, “Is my blade ready?”
The Half-Giant noticed that Wu Piwu had made a certain decision.