Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The rhythmic metallic clangs continued ceaselessly as Daoist Eternal Weapon continued his work, almost as if he were oblivious to John's presence. However, a cultivator of such incredible power would not fail to notice John's presence, meaning he had chosen to ignore him for the time being.
John stood just outside the entrance of the building watching Daoist Eternal Weapon work the metal with his hammer. Each stroke of his hammer was mesmerizing, like it encompassed multiple Daos seamlessly. The only Dao John could recognize was the Dao of Power, which he himself was familiar with.
He could tell that Daoist Eternal Weapon's Dao of Power was at a higher comprehension level than his own, but as for how much, he could not tell. However, that was to be expected, as Daoist Eternal Weapon was tens of thousands of years old, while John was only eighteen, and still needed time to grow his grasp of the Dao's.
