For Three Thousand Years, I Will Sew the Lives of Everyone in the Nine Regions

At the door of the blacksmith shop, Wang Lie's knees were broken. Yin Huai stood three steps away with his hands folded, smiling. Chen Yu knelt down and did not help him. He just crushed the dregs of medicine that had been left for three years and put it into Yin Huai's wine glass. "You counted me for three thousand years." "Today, I'll let you know—whose ledger is thicker."