Master Chen, an eighth-level Qi-refinement cultivator, was over a hundred years old, with half-gray hair and a robust physique. His complexion was darkened by years of furnace work, yet his eyes were bright and he had a booming voice.
Master Chen was watching several disciples forge iron. Perhaps because they made some mistakes, he glared at them sternly and scolded, leaving the sturdy Artifact Refiner disciples obediently enduring the rebuke without daring to lift their heads.
After the lecture, Master Chen personally swung the large hammer to demonstrate. His strong physique gave rise to fierce winds with each swing, and the red-hot refined iron was hammered into spark-filled splendor, gradually taking the shape of a blade's prototype.
When the forging was complete, Master Chen merely wiped the sweat off his brow. His breathing remained steady, as if he hadn't exerted much effort at all.
