Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

He twirled the cane between his fingers, and a faint energy pulsed at the tip of the cane.

"So that's how it is. It's developed resistance to the 'coma' state?"

Walter's tone was flat, as flat as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

He moved the cane in his hand, and the energy at the top of the cane shone even brighter.

Rakshasa's pupils contracted slightly.

He took a half step back, his hand unconsciously reaching behind him; the coffin was gone.

"Sir, my coffin..."

Rakshasa's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Walter did not answer.

His gaze fell on Rakshasa's face, lingered for a moment in those eyes that were exactly the same as his memory, and then looked away.

“But it’s alright, Otto, I have other methods.”

Walter's tone remained calm.

With a light tap of the cane on the ground, an invisible force field spread out from the tip of the cane, making the air in the entire living room feel heavier.

The electronic eyes of the automated machine soldier in the corner were flashing wildly.

"Sir, please calm down."

The Rakshasa raised his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

Walter chuckled softly.

"Hehehe, Otto, you can't fool me!"

"Sir, I think we may have misunderstood each other."

Rakshasa's voice was soft and his tone gentle, as if he were explaining something to an old friend.

Walter frowned at his gentle tone.

Speaking in that tone, with that face, and you still say you're not Otto?

"There's no misunderstanding!"

His voice was very low.

Rakshasa was silent for a moment, then bowed slightly.

"If you insist on this, then I have no choice but to..."

He didn't finish speaking. Walter moved.

The cane lightly tapped the ground, and an invisible ripple spread out from the tip.

Rakshasa's body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly slumped down, leaning against the sofa armrest, and closed his eyes.

Walter put away his cane and pushed up his glasses.

"It's quiet now."

His voice was very soft.

He sat back down in his chair, clasped his hands on his knees, and once again stared intently at Rakshasa.

(Wishing all the brothers taking the university entrance exam the best of luck and that they achieve their desired scores!)

Chapter 235 Who knows~

"Why is it so lively?"

The corridors of the workshop were packed with people, three or four layers deep, completely surrounding a forging room.

Some people stood on tiptoe, some clung to the door frame, and some leaned on the windowsill; all eyes were on the forging room.

Yanqing and Jingliu stood outside the crowd, watching the lively scene from afar.

Jingliu frowned, but said nothing, only gripping the arrow tightly.

Yanqing tiptoed, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, until he found an apprentice he recognized.

The young man was standing on tiptoe, his neck stretched out like a goose being lifted up.

"Cheng Jie!"

Yanqing patted him on the shoulder.

Cheng Jie turned around, saw that it was Yan Qing, and scratched his head with a smile.

"Brother Yanqing, you've come to see the fun too?"

"What's going on here? Why are so many people watching?"

Yanqing asked.

Cheng Jie's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice, his tone carrying a smug "I know the inside story" vibe.

"I don't know the specifics of what happened, but I heard Master Gongshu say that there are two very important craftsmen inside, working together to guide Miss Yunli in forging the divine weapon!"

Yanqing was taken aback.

"Someone with a particularly powerful background? Is he guiding Yun Li?"

He glanced in the direction of the forging workshop, then at Cheng Jie.

Cheng Jie nodded and continued,

"Such a large gathering is rare. Everyone probably thought they could learn a few tricks from each other, so they gathered here."

However, we should also thank those two senior colleagues; they didn't seem to mind that someone was eavesdropping outside.

There was a hint of relief in his tone.

Yanqing nodded, then asked,

"Alright, have you seen Lady Bailu?"

Cheng Jie pointed in the direction of the forging room entrance.

"Lady Bailu and Senior Qingque are watching from inside, it seems they're guarding the door."

Yanqing followed his finger and saw Bailu and Qingque standing side by side at the entrance of the forging room.

Jingliu paid no attention to Yanqing and Chengjie's conversation at this moment.

She took a few steps forward, squeezed through the gaps in the crowd, and peeked into the forging room through the window.

Her steps faltered.

Inside the forging room, the furnace was burning brightly.

Three people stood in front of the forging platform. Yun Li held an iron hammer, Han Guang watched from the side, and Ying Xing stood next to him, saying something to Yun Li.

Bai Heng stood beside her, holding a towel, wiping the sweat from Yun Li's forehead from time to time.

Her fox ears stood straight up, her tail swayed gently behind her, and the corners of her mouth were always turned up.

Jingliu's pupils contracted slightly.

Bai Heng. Ying Xing.

She remained silent for a long time, then sighed.

She didn't walk any further, but turned around, wanting to leave.

She didn't want to interrupt the scene at this moment.

If Yingxing sees her, his demonic possession will surely take hold.

If she were to confront Yingxing head-on, she would surely deliver another blow to Yingxing's life.

It would be fine if Bai Heng weren't here, but Bai Heng is here now.

Are we to face Ying Xing's sword in front of Bai Heng?

She didn't want it to be like this.

Yanqing walked to her side, followed her gaze to the forging room, and then looked at her again.

"Senior, do you remember Senior Bai Heng? She seems to be inside too. Shall we go and take a look?"

Jingliu shook his head.

"The time isn't right yet, let's forget about it."

Her voice was very soft.

Inside the forging room, Tianyan Qingque was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

She turned her gaze from the forging table to Jing Liu outside the window, then turned her head and said a few words to Bai Heng.

Bai Heng paused for a moment, looked out the window in shock, then his face lit up with joy. He put down the towel and walked toward the door.

Jingliu seemed to sense something and turned to leave quickly.

Bai Heng held a jade tablet given to her by Tianyan Qingque in her hand, and her speed seemed to be a few degrees faster than usual.

The suit on the card flashed, and with a single step, she vanished like a gust of wind.

Yanqing looked at Jingliu with some doubt. Why was he walking so fast?

Just as he was about to chase after him, Bai Heng had already caught up with Jing Liu.

"Mirror Stream!"

Bai Heng patted Jing Liu's shoulder from behind, the force neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a sense of intimacy from a long-awaited reunion.

Jingliu stopped in his tracks, his body stiffening for a moment.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say, "You've mistaken me for someone else," or "I'm not."

But she didn't say it.

The person she often thought of was standing right behind her; she couldn't lie to her.

She ultimately swallowed those words back.

She took off her black veil, turned around, and looked at Bai Heng.

Looking at that familiar face, at that familiar smile, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Bai Heng, I..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Bai Heng chuckled, stepped forward, and hugged Jing Liu tightly.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her, as if she were holding a lost treasure that had been found again.

Why are you crying?

Bai Heng's voice rang in Jing Liu's ears, tinged with a hint of amusement.

"I can't stay here for too long this time. Since you're back too, you have to spend some time with me!"

As Kagami felt this familiar embrace, his emotions surged.

She remembered that many years ago, they were the same.

Those memories never disappeared; they were just buried deep in her heart for far too long.

Her fingers gripped the arrow tightly, then loosened.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on Bai Heng's back.

"it is good."

At this moment, Qingque stood at the entrance of the forging room, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, her gaze sweeping across the forging table and then back into the forging room from the corridor outside the window.

The firelight shone on her face, casting her expression in shifting light and shadow.

Han Guang was holding Yun Li's hand, slowly infusing the energy he had extracted from the sword energy into the sword hilt.

The sword energy flowed along the hilt, like a living snake, coiling and swirling before slowly disappearing into the iron blank.