Upon noticing Ou Yangming's satisfied expression, an unknown wave of relief washed over Fu Taihong.
However, once he noticed this, he immediately flinched. 'How could someone of my status be so nervous in front of Ou Yangming?'
After all, Fu Taihong was a Superior Blacksmith, and even if one were to use all the available appendages they had to deal with him, they would still come up short.
In a sense, Fu Taihong was the pinnacle of the blacksmiths, and within the capital, no one, not even his Royal Majesty could unnerve him to this extent. However, when he stood before Ou Yangming, Fu Taihong felt that all his pride and achievements he had accumulated throughout the years were for naught, and he was reminded of his youth, back when he still needed to face his mentor.
