All the Tool People Take Their Places
Forging Hall, main hall.
Fan Yezi lay half his body across the table, one foot raised behind him, as if a dragonfly were skimming the water.
Jun Changxiao sat beside him, calmly sipping tea.
"Unbelievable!"
"Truly unbelievable!"
After a while, Fan Yezi finally lifted his whole face from the blueprint, then withdrew from his bizarre pose and stood there, his eyes full of shock.
As an expert in forging, although he could not understand the Demon Madness Race's writing, he could still glimpse from the structural drawings that this was absolutely a fine suit of battle armor!
"I'll have the writing translated."
Jun Changxiao set down his teacup and said, "Do you have the confidence to create it according to the blueprint?"
"..."
After a brief silence, Fan Yezi said seriously, "Sect Master, the battle armor designed in this blueprint is surely extraordinary. If we don't have the corresponding materials, it'll be difficult for me to make it."
There would be no problem copying the gourd by drawing the ladle.
But simply making it according to the design now would not bring out its true capabilities. That would be a complete waste of time.
"Don't worry."
Jun Changxiao said, "That's my problem, not yours."
The meaning was obvious. He only needed to make the equipment according to the blueprint; Jun Changxiao would handle the materials.
So, stop mocking Gousheng for treating the sect like tool people. Ever since he inherited the Iron Bone Sect, he himself had been the undisputed number one tool person.
"No problem!"
Master Fan raised his teacup and took a sip.
As long as the Sect Master provided the materials, he was still very confident.
"What about one hundred thousand sets?"
Pfft!
Fan Yezi sprayed out a mouthful of