Lin Baichuan's words made everyone suck in a breath of cold air. The looks they gave him all changed.
No one here was a fool. Moreover, those who could stand here were all dragons and phoenixes among men.
Although Lin Baichuan had not directly answered the young man's question, his words made it clear that he probably truly could forge Dao Artifacts.
That was anything but ordinary.
Ordinary grandmaster artifact refiners simply could not forge Dao Artifacts. Even among Spirit Artifact Masters, those capable of doing so were far from ordinary. Lin Baichuan understood both formations and artifact refining—neither of those paths could be mastered without a long-standing inheritance.
All of them came from the human race's top great powers, and several were even Holy Sons of Saint-grade Forces.
Their status was no lower than Mu Qingyun's, so naturally, their knowledge was extensive.
Their sects also had artifact refiners, but not necessarily any capable of forging Dao Artifacts.
If Lin Baichuan truly could forge Dao Artifacts, that alone would be enough to set him apart from the rest.
A Spirit Artifact Master capable of forging Dao Artifacts could weave a web of connections that made people's hearts tremble.
No one dared to look down on him.
A trace of pride appeared on Lin Baichuan's face, his expression much the same as before.
Yet inwardly, he sneered. His soul was powerful, and he had long since taken in everyone's reactions, merely keeping them hidden.
In fact, this was precisely what he wanted.
Through these actions, he would make others afraid to underestimate him.
Otherwise, in an alliance formed by Mu Qingyun, his status was the lowest. It was inevitable that some blind fools would look down on him.
Though he was not afraid of them, they would still be troublesome. Now