Meanwhile, Pascal had finally returned from refining weapons in seclusion, and he was holding a string of bells.
That string of bells consisted of three shiny and beautiful bells.
Upon his return, however, Pascal was stunned when he saw the messy scene.
“Who is it? Who did this?” Pascal roared.
Crafting Clan had never interacted with the martial arts families from the mundane world, so conflicts had never happened there. Besides, the laws of nature would restrict those sects and prestigious families from the secret realms, so they wouldn't dare to mess with them.
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