Heavenly Craft Territory: Black Mountain Range

Even the most domineering factions came off worse when dealing with the Skywork Clan. They wouldn't dare utter a peep even when their people died.

Ordinary factions wouldn't even dare come. If one did, they'd better be prepared to keep coming back until every last one of them had been left behind.

Even those domineering factions on equal footing with the Skywork Clan would obediently lower their heads and apologize when facing them.

But this young man today was different. Though he was young, he had conscientiously admitted his mistake and willingly accepted punishment.

In their eyes, he counted as a "normal person"!

And Zhao Han had dropped the "Master" and called the six of them Artifact Refining Grandmasters. That made all six of them beam with delight.

"Grandmaster" was already a title for someone who had reached the pinnacle of their craft.

Even among the dwarves, they wouldn't casually call one another Grandmasters. Instead, they would humbly say they still had a long way to go.

But when outsiders called them Grandmasters, it meant they recognized their skill. Naturally, they were pleased.

In truth, Zhao Han was treating them like the dwarves from Blue Star's fantasy worlds.

Dwarves liked straightforward, honest personalities—and they liked having their egos stroked.

The big, fat dwarf with the beer belly patted his stomach and laughed heartily.

"This brat owned up to his mistake on his own. He's neither servile nor arrogant, and I quite like him."

"I was going to say we'd teach you a lesson. But since you're so honest, we'll let you off easy. You were supposed to mine for a month, but we'll make it just ten days."

Rosacea Nose had taken a liking to Zhao Han too and immediately objected. "Ten days? Isn't that a bit much? I think