"Second-Grade Spirit Refinement!"
Feng Wuyu looked at the spirit metal before him, his gaze filled with utter astonishment. He truly had not expected that in a mere two months, Lin Xiuran would have gone from barely being capable of spirit refinement to reaching the level of Second-Grade Spirit Refinement.
Lin Xiuran effortlessly stretched lazily; for him, it was actually very simple. Because he had stepped into the fortieth rank, his Phoenix Truefire could already be utilized with much greater flexibility. With the increase in the extent of his utilization for forging, the purification naturally became much more formidable. Therefore, even though he had not practiced over these past two months, his forging skill had still progressed.
Taking advantage of Feng Wuyu admiring the work, Lin Xiuran quietly slipped out. There was no help for it; if he did not slip away now, he did not know what else the other man would make him forge.
Only after Lin Xiuran left did Feng Wuyu reluctantly put down the rare metal, casting a smiling glance toward the doorway and cursing with a chiding remark, "This brat."
Though his words were thus, the gratification within his gaze could not be concealed no matter what.
He had started learning forging far too late. Even though he achieved success relatively late in life, he still reached the Saint Blacksmith level. Yet, he had still delayed many things, and a major reason was precisely because of this that he was unable to break through to the Godsmith tier.
However, he saw hope in Lin Xiuran—the hope of breaking through to become a Godsmith. One could also say it was not merely hope anymore; in his eyes, as long as he was not nipped in the bud, he would definitely become a Godsmith, and it