Jiang Ping An's towering image in Bao Zhi's heart collapsed.
Bao Zhi had thought that although the man before her was taciturn, he possessed a righteous heart—calm and steady, powerful and confident.
Who could have known that the moment he heard there would be an Immortal artifact as the prize, he immediately agreed to the contest, even speaking so openly about running away?
Jiang Ping An returned to the shop and asked Yun Yao within the Small World inside his body, "Senior, my refining skills should be fairly decent among Refining Masters of the same realm, right?"
If it had been a contest of combat strength, he would not have feared it even if he had to fight across realms. But when it came to refining, he had never competed against anyone and did not really know his own level.
"Average."
As always, Yun Yao answered with those three words.
The difference was that she added another sentence afterward.
"In strengthening magical treasures and forging magical treasures bare-handed, beneath Immortals, there are only a few people in this era who can match you. But in other aspects, you are merely so-so. There is still some gap between you and me back then."
"What was Senior's level back then?" Jiang Ping An asked curiously.
"Back then, I..."
Yun Yao's tone suddenly became complicated. After a long silence, she sighed. "Forget it. It is all in the past. You only need to know that I was the Second Greatest Refining Genius in History."
Although Jiang Ping An was not sure whether the woman was telling the truth, considering how powerful she was, it probably was not far from the truth.
"Then who was the greatest forging genius in history?"
For Yun Yao to willingly call herself second, the first had to be