Three Swords of Yin Tianzi

Amid the night wind, two men in black stood outside Zhou Shu's forging room like gate gods.

Eunuch Zhao bitterly smiled in his heart as he glanced at Emperor Yuan Feng. He's the emperor. Why does he have to do this?

Did you come out of the palace in the middle of the night just to guard the door?

Is the night breeze comfortable? Isn't your bed more comfortable?

Marquis Zhou, oh Marquis Zhou, His Majesty and I will personally guard the door for you. If you can't forge anything good, let alone His Majesty, even I will want to beat you up!

Neither Emperor Yuan Feng nor Eunuch Zhao noticed that Zhou Shu's hand was already on the hilt of the Great Destroyer Sword the moment they arrived outside.

Although Zhou Shu was engrossed in forging, he was not completely unaware of what was happening outside.