As Zhen Yi, Jin Rui, and Lianhua enjoyed their meal and inquired about Chen Wei's discipleship events, they noticed that the tavern was bustling with more than just the local townsfolk. Immortals, with their ethereal presence, dined and conversed at nearby tables, their robes billowing like clouds around them. The trio couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in the company of such mystical beings.
The tavern was also abuzz with aspiring blacksmiths and craftsmen who had journeyed from far and wide in the hopes of becoming Chen Wei's disciples. The diversity of talents and backgrounds in the room was staggering. Some whispered excitedly about their own skills, while others exchanged nervous glances, knowing the competition would be fierce.
