It was late at night on the 1st of June. The wind suddenly blew violently in the Great Xia Cultural Research Academy. Up in the sky, the 107th golden stripe appeared on the hanging hammer. At this point, everyone could see that Zhao Li was on the verge of leaving his seclusion.0

Everything had gone surprisingly smoothly. At the very least, that was how it seemed for all these people. Great Xia would soon welcome a top-tier weaponsmith.0

The academy would probably welcome a new elder or even a new faculty head soon. Of course, Zhao Li might not accept these appointments. While everyone was waiting in anticipation, the wind rose.3

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled.0

Boom!0

The 108th golden stripe took form.0

Everyone looked up expectantly. The Source Qi Secret Grotto faded away, revealing Zhao Li who was floating in the sky with a large hammer in his hand. At almost the exact moment, the aura of a different cultural weapon surged below Zhao Li.1

A smaller hammer shot through the roof of the research center and soared into...0