Hearing how this group addressed that God-level Expert, Jiang Ping An fell silent for a moment before saying,
"Actually, their standards are decent."
He had not expected this group of Refining Masters' master to be this God-level Expert. Had he known earlier, he would not have judged them that way. Wasn't that the same as slapping this God-level Forging Master in the face?
Although Jiang Ping An had changed his wording, the assessment "decent" still dissatisfied Fu Hai.
"I presume Manager Jiang has some attainments in refining. I hope Manager Jiang can evaluate these disappointing disciples of mine, point out the flaws in their forging, and help them correct themselves."
Fu Hai claimed to be asking Jiang Ping An for an evaluation, but what he really meant was: if you do not understand, keep your mouth shut.
"My apologies. I am only in the Profound Immortal Realm, and my forging skills are average. I cannot guide them."
Jiang Ping An could have found more than a dozen flaws in any one of them, but he did not wish to point them out.
The reason was simple: he could not offend this God-level Forging Master.
Not everyone could humbly accept criticism. Once he pointed out their faults and caused them to lose face, the consequences would be hard to predict.
He had only just arrived at the Forging Room and was unfamiliar with these people. If a conflict arose because of this, it would be highly detrimental to his future life here.
Jiang Ping An only wanted to steadily increase his strength. He did not want to stir up too much trouble.
"Young man, do not casually judge things you do not understand. It is easy to make a fool of yourself, understand?"
The three-meter-tall Fu Hai looked down at Jiang