"I am not a refiner." The white-haired crone turned around slowly, her voice aged but unhurried.
What appeared before Ning Cheng was a somewhat pale face, marked with several wrinkles.
Ning Cheng didn't dare to scrutinize the old woman closely and hurriedly bowed with clasped fists again, "Junior has learned from Ge Chang that Senior is a master refiner. After seeing Senior's furnace fire, Junior is convinced that Ge Chang did not deceive me. Please, Senior, lend your aid. As long as my magical artifact is successfully refined, whatever instructions Senior may have, Junior will do his utmost to comply."
"Doing one's utmost means that if it's truly impossible, you won't do it, right?" The crone's tone remained slow.
Ning Cheng paused momentarily. That's obvious, isn't it? Could it be that she expects me to owe her my life for refining a needle for me?
