C889 Chapter 889

Leaving Zhang Wenyai’s forge behind, Gui Gulan headed for Pu Yijian’s smithy. Compared to the bustle over at Zhang’s place, this side was downright deserted—no one in sight, just the steady hiss of rain and the bite of wind. The front gate hadn’t been latched, and under the gusts it creaked—“creeak… creeak…”—an unsettling sound if you weren’t expecting it.

Through the gate