"Listen up, everyone. Avoid going to the Viewing Room too often—it's fine to watch occasionally, but during the day, focus on cultivation as you should. Got it?"
Saying this, Wen Ping stood up, and everyone followed suit by nodding their heads.
However, when Wen Ping stood up, the black rod tucked at his waist caught Qingshan's attention.
Pitch black.
Utterly unremarkable.
In fact, it could even evoke a slight feeling of repulsion from just looking at it.
Qin Shan muttered to himself, asking in a very low voice, "Sect Leader, why does this rod look so familiar?"
"This... I made it myself," Wen Ping replied casually.
Qin Shan immediately smiled and said, "Sect Leader, I have to say, what you've crafted really looks like a Fire Rod."
With Qin Shan's words, Yang Lele and the others turned their attention over.
When their gaze landed on the Fire Rod at Wen Ping's waist, they all began to praise it.
"It really looks like it!"
"Sect Leader, can you also do wood carving?"
