C814 It Is the Immortal Pill I Refined!(1)

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Out of nowhere, a blacksmith's stand materialized on the endless expanse of white. Shen Xiaowan was there, rhythmically swinging "Dachui," her hammer, sending the crisp and resonant clang of metal on metal echoing through the sky. Bathed in the snowy glow, her delicate face appeared even more strikingly fair and captivating.

The massive hammer, larger than she was