At that moment, he was no longer Tang Wulin the soul master, but Tang Wulin the blacksmith. He had stagnated for three years at the fourth-rank. Nevertheless, he had kept steadily forging and consolidating his foundation at the fourth rank.
Tang Wulin's eyes flew open and with the push of a button, the molten chunk of heavy silver appeared.
He sucked in a deep breath and straightened his back.
"This brat isn't normal at all!" Elder Cai said to Zhuo Shi.
He had also noticed it. "Judging by how well he carries himself, he must've had a good teacher. I'm looking forward to seeing what heights he will reach with his potential and foundation. I heard that the Blacksmith's Association's greatest genius is a young girl named Mu Xi, a fourth-rank blacksmith yet to reach twenty years old. Looks like I'll have to pay the Blacksmith's Association a visit and find this kid a good master. Maybe he can reach the same level as that Mu Xi."
Tang Wulin began.
