Wei Tie, an eighth-level Qi-refinement cultivator, was over a hundred years old. He had a head of half-gray hair and a physique as robust as a mountain oak. Years of working the forge had stained his complexion a dark, weathered hue, but his eyes were bright and his voice boomed with authority.
He was watching several disciples forge iron. They must have made some mistakes, because he was glaring at them, his voice a stern reprimand. The sturdy
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