1257 Cao Family's Blacksmith Shop 2

Cao Erzhu walked back to the bellows and picked up the special large hammer. As he hammered away, he couldn't help but think back to the strange phenomenon that had made him delay returning the knife.

"A hundred generations in exchange for Bazhun'an, I summon the Divine Light by my command..."

"He's such a cultured person, unlike me, who only knows how to babble like a child."

"Hmm... this person should be the Eighth Uncle that father mentioned, right?"

The little giant had two eyeballs sandwiched between his fierce face, and his eyes were filled with longing.

He was twenty-six years old, just at the age of vigor and vitality.

Who wouldn't feel excited and yearn for the holy miracle that occurred earlier?

Cao Erzhu thought back to his life.