"Protect your body with Qi, young Master Qingyi. The resonance of the Divine Blacksmith's hammer blows can harm bodies unaccustomed to it."
The Celestial Emperor at his side warned him, his low voice echoing through the underground corridor as they descended the dark stone steps. Each step carried them deeper into the bowels of Long Tianjin's palace.
The young dragon merely nodded, allowing a thin layer of Qi to envelop his body like an invisible cloak.
Soon, his ears began to catch the clanging of steel against steel—a sharp, high-pitched sound that seemed to pierce his eardrums with every blow, reverberating off the rocky walls in ceaseless waves.
For a moment, even shielded by Qi, it felt as though his heart would explode.
Strangely, as he advanced, his body began to adapt to the resonance, each step making the sound more bearable and familiar.
