three days passed by quickly.
on the afternoon of the fourth day, bai wushang received a notice.
the bi 'an lightning-controlling armor was completed!
he went to ran's private forging room with some anticipation.
as soon as he entered the door, bai wushang saw a mimicry puppet, which was similar to him in height and shape, and even its appearance was somewhat similar.
it was wearing a set of silver-gray armor, which looked a little gray and unremarkable.
"how is it? according to your request, i deliberately adjusted the color. it should be low-key enough, right?"
ran laughed, with the iron hammer half the size of a man on his shoulder and his other hand patting his chest, he was in high spirits.
he had poured all his skills and effort into this work, so he was quite confident.
"i'm satisfied, very satisfied!"
bai wushang praised from the bottom of his heart, his eyes never moving away from the armor.
