The Microscopic Eye?
Is that all?
The four level nine refiners were slightly puzzled.
Tan Yuan laughed and looked at Han Muye in disdain.
"It's just nine subtle array patterns, plus suspension patterns. Such insignificant trifles have tarnished the reputation of the Microscopic Eye."
Turning to the Pagoda City refiners who were watching, Tan Yuan's expression turned cold.
"Your chief refiner applied for a patent with such a trivial thing.
"Do you really think this thing can be patented?"
No.
Everyone's faces turned red. They didn't dare to meet the sharp gaze of the sage-level refining master.
This time, their chief was truly embarrassing.
Just this little ring could be easily refined by anyone present.
Tan Yuan turned to look at Han Muye in satisfaction and sneered. "I know you're persistent. Let me show you how many similar items like this are in the Alliance's patent database."
