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"Master, you're joking."

Sha LiFei rubbed his shiny bald head, his mouth stretching almost to the back of his head. "I know my own abilities. Ancestor this, ancestor that—I never even thought about it."

His words were polite, but inwardly, he was already bursting with joy.

The founder of a school—that was no ordinary title.

Take the Divine Land Top Ten Grandmasters, for example. The title not only referred to a Martial Arts realm; it also carried considerable status.

Most of them were sect masters of one school or another.

The youngest, Wan Sheng Ying, had been able to rank among them largely because he was the founder of Wan Sheng Fist.

Sha LiFei knew his own limitations. Though he had luckily awakened a divine ability in middle age and entered the realm of Hidden Strength, being able to rely on firearms without becoming a burden to the group was already the limit of his abilities.

He had never even considered becoming a grandmaster.

If he could truly establish a school and leave his name in history, then his life would not have been wasted.

"Ha!"

The temperament of Grand Craftsman Zhao the Craftsman was by no means good. Seeing this, he gave a cold laugh. "Spineless fool. If this is the extent of your bearing, then even if I forge you a divine weapon, you won't be able to use it."

"You're right to reprimand me, Senior!"

Sha LiFei was not thin-skinned. He immediately smacked his chest so hard it rang like thunder. "Rest assured, if this treasure is truly forged, I'll risk my life to make it work. I absolutely won't disgrace either of you!"

"That's more like it..."

Zhao the Craftsman nodded and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Since we're going to make it, we must make it