Feiye Village.
There was a black iron manor halfway up the back mountain. It made a living by forging weapons.
There were more than a hundred people in the manor and they were quite famous in Qingshan Town near Jade Frost City.
No one would have thought that this was actually a secret stronghold of the Longevity Sect.
At this moment, in the backyard of the black iron manor.
An old man and a young man sat around the table.
The old man was middle-grade and looked ordinary, but his arms were unusually long.
The young man was handsome and had an extraordinary aura.
"Come, Elder He, let me toast you." The young man raised his wine glass and revealed a warm smile.
"No, no. Deputy Sect Master, you're too polite. I should be the one toasting you." The old man waved his hand repeatedly. It was the He family's ancestor, He Wuji. From his rosy face, it was obvious that his injuries had already recovered.