Growl...
Wu Mo suddenly stood up, his expression filled with excitement.
"It's possible to improve it like that? Those master blacksmiths really have a profound way of thinking. They've solved many problems this way!" he subconsciously muttered.
He was just about to enter the Divine-grade Forging Space to experiment, but he had not even eaten lunch yet, and his legs were feeling somewhat weak.
"Forget it, let's go to the cafeteria to eat something first."
Rubbing his protesting stomach, Wu Mo had to suppress his desire to try things out immediately and walk to the cafeteria not far away.
It was past three o'clock in the afternoon. Since he had missed the peak period, there were only a few people in the cafeteria at the moment.
Wu Mo sat in a corner of the canteen, writing and drawing on the table with his wet index finger as if he was thinking.
