C225 Smithing in a mountain hut

Early the next morning, the mountain was filled with morning mist, the branches and leaves of the trees were covered with crystal dew. The early risers were chirping merrily on the treetops and rooftops, as if singing a melodious morning song or showing off the tree insects they had just caught.

Ye Feng, who had rested for the night, woke up. Next, he and Ye Xiang would live here for a few days