In the swirling smoke, Zhang San saw that young man from the past. Xu Qing saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The smoke slowly dissipated, and the two of them looked at each other.4

Xu Qing grinned. Zhang San grinned back, tapping his pipe onto the ground to clear the ash from inside.0

“What am I going to make for you this time?” Zhang San asked.1

Xu Qing waved his hand, causing his dharmaship bottle to appear. He put it down in front of Zhang San. He hadn’t used his dharmaship much in recent years. Given how high his cultivation base had climbed, dharmaships weren’t of much use. That said, he didn’t want to abandon it. Thus, he had come to Zhang San, not just to catch up on old times, but also to ask for his help in making a significant change to the dharmaship.0

Zhang San looked at the dharmaship and didn’t need any explanation from Xu Qing. Just looking at the dharmaship, he could tell it hadn’t been used much. His eyes glittered.4

“Dreadnaught?”4

Xu Qing nodded.0

Zhang San rubbed his hands together excitedly. “I won’t be able to do it myself. I’ll need help from the Sixth...8