Lu Zizheng and the others found themselves involuntarily pushed aside.
"What!"
"Mr. Han is going to refine weapons!"
"Refining weapons now?"
Refining weapons at such a critical moment?
Even if one were to refine weapons, shouldn't one find a secluded place to do it?
"Protect Mr. Han," Lu Zizheng glanced around and called out in a low voice.
Since Han Muye was a blacksmith and chose to refine weapons at this time, he naturally had his own considerations.
As a blacksmith invited by the Lu family, he was willing to stay and craft instead of leaving during such a moment; no matter what, they of the Zhenyue Guard had to fully support and protect him.
The Lu family descendants exchanged looks and positioned themselves about thirty feet away from Han Muye.
Han Muye didn't pay attention to them; the Golden Crow Divine Flame in his hand flickered and split into hundreds.
Spiritual materials scattered and melted upon the divine flames, then converged into strands of golden torrents.
