The first rays of that morning marked the completion of the first full month since the arrival of the widely-known supreme forger in the city, called FatFluke.
Inside the forging workshop, the whale was alone, eyes closed in meditation. With extreme lightness, the doors opened, and a somewhat aged figure emerged.
The whale opened their eyes, and their gaze met Detue. He was at the first level of the Core Formation Realm, but clearly, his cultivation was unstable and fragile. He had broken through to this realm by stacking expensive pills and resources. However, his true power was much inferior, and he would never advance further in life.
'Judging by his life force... he must be between 400 and 500 years old,' Bruno commented. 'In this realm, on average, people live up to 600. He's old, but if he consumes a five-ring Yang pill, his appearance should rejuvenate immediately, and he'll be able to sustain himself well into his last years.'
