Thousands of years had flowed by without leaving even the slightest trace on Chen Pingping; rather, they seemed to have made him look even younger.
His vitality was robust, his bones and meridians were as if in his adolescent years, and his whole being brimmed with youthful vigor.
His face was handsome and elegant, his physique tall and robust, with a head of thick, black hair.
Bright red lips and white teeth—he appeared harmless when he smiled.
Stepping out from the Heaven Tao Stone, he looked refined and handsome as he walked straight into the deep pit.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Had the forging failed, or had the forging failed?
Why was there not a hint of activity?
It was too calm.
Moreover, Chen Pingping's appearance had drastically changed; was something amiss?
"You..." The Fairy, her face pale and her body convulsing, lay in the mud pit as she saw the approaching young Chen Pingping.
Her heart trembled.
Was it a success?
