"Now, you finally look like a clan-born cultivator!"
After an extensive period of measuring, fixing, adjusting, and affixing, Claire finally stepped back away from me, only to drop her fists down onto her hips before puffing her chest out with a smile of achievement all over her satisfied face.
"I don't really feel like one, though," I admitted, looking down at my open hands as opposed to raising my head and staring at my reflection in the huge, door-sized mirror.
This wasn't just a random remark or an excuse for something. This was the legitimate state of my head on the topic.
I've already felt like nothing more than a wannabe when it came to crafting, even with all the finished products I had to my name to back my reputation and ability up.
On the other hand, however, when it came to cultivation…
