In Shilong Lane, the sounds of people were roaring.
Only the Three Flavors Blacksmith Shop in the depths was as silent as the grave at this moment.
Chengming looked at the young man in front of him, who seemed strange in every way.
"Fan Wubing..."
He searched through all his memories and could not find anything related to this name.
He was certain that Fan Wubing was indeed a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, and not someone else deliberately disguised as a youth.
But how could a fifteen or sixteen-year-old know the "Dragon-Soothing Sound"?
That was a taboo in Great Li.
Chengming sat down, lit a dry pipe, and the swirling smoke slightly eased the atmosphere in the blacksmith shop.
He crossed his legs and said, "I don't know where your confidence comes from. Don't tell me you're just a reckless and frivolous youth."
Fan Wubing's confidence was simple... He knew what Chengming needed.
"Master Cheng, I wonder if 'Rain Dragon's Echo' can serve as a form of confidence."
