Ling Chuxi did not dare to be greedy because just cutting off this corner of the meteoric metal took up so much time and energy. It was naturally more difficult to melt and temper it. If it were any other day, it would not matter even if it took a year or two, but right now, where was the time for her to waste?
Time passed quickly. At some point, the Golden setting sun had already set below the sea, and a bright moon rose, casting tens of thousands of silver rays on the sea.
"Meng Zheng, does everyone in the small realm heaven have to learn how to forge artifacts?"
"Yes."
"Then you also learned it?"
"Oh."
"I have to practice martial arts, body techniques, and even weapon forging?"
"Ah," he said.
"Then your armament refining skills must not be that good. Do you think you are Chuxi, learning so many things at once?"
"Uh ..."
In the main hall, LAN Xinyu was chatting with Meng Zheng. Or rather, LAN Xinyu was chatting while Meng Zheng was listening.
