Yunxing Huisheng lifted his short white eyebrows as a surprise for his composedness in replying to him. Even Marc Gavin, the bold and somewhat uncouth warrior union president would show a hint of timidity in front of him. The only one who treated him calm and wise was Fabreidis, yet such a poised attitude was trained through times of encounters over the past years.
Yunxing Huisheng couldn't help looking Qian Jin up and down. Against this acute gaze, Qian Jin also started to observe this old blacksmith who successfully inlaid himself with the smell of iron.
In contrast with delicately dressed Ray Guamin, the clothes worn by this blacksmith union president was more than shabby. Once he put on a set of fire-protective clothing around his chest, he would look completely like a mundane blacksmith forging by the fireplace.
