Lu Yang was a little surprised.
He hadn't expected a place like the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace — a sect made up entirely of female cultivators — to have a dedicated forging room.
Usually, very few female cultivators were willing to practice artifact forging.
After all, while female cultivators pursued cultivation, they also pursued grace and beauty.
For example, Lu Yang had never seen a female cultivator swing a great hammer like Man Gu, nor had he seen one torn to pieces like Li Haoran.
"Senior Brother Lu Yang, do you think it's strange that we women forge artifacts?" Lan Ting noticed the odd look in Lu Yang's eyes and more or less guessed what he was thinking.
"No, no."
Lu Yang smiled awkwardly.
"It's not strange to think that. Outside, it's true that few female cultivators become artifact refiners. It's just that our Immortal Palace is a bit special."
"Special?"
"We have laurel trees."
Seeing Lu Yang still puzzled, Lan Ting led him into a small grove.