Lou Gao's eyes darted about, and a brilliant idea immediately came to him.
"I can go with you, but I can't make any promises about the blacksmiths in the Blacksmith Association." Then he urged, "Hurry up and give it to me. I'm already one of your people, so let me see it."
He had worked out his scheme perfectly: once he got his hands on the soul tool technology, he would simply leave. In time, the technology would be safely in the Blacksmith Association's pocket.
Qin Yuan naturally knew what he was thinking and put the manual back into his Soul Tool instead.
He said evenly, "President Lou Gao, you don't even know who I am, yet you're already this impatient? And surely you don't actually think I'm a fool-that you can take the technology and run?"
"Of course, no one can stop you from trying to run. But no one on this continent can protect you either. Even if you take the technology to Spirit Hall, they won't be able to keep you safe."
Only then did Lou Gao recall that, although the man before him looked young, he possessed an air of detachment from the mortal world. Lou Gao considered himself an excellent judge of people, yet he had never sensed such an air from any young person.
He hesitated slightly before asking, "Who exactly are you, and which faction do you belong to?"
Qin Yuan smiled. "If you had asked at the outset, President Lou Gao, perhaps I would have told you. But now, I don't think there's any need. We'll meet again another day."
With that, Qin Yuan waved his hand through the air, and the Forging Room's heavy stone door swung open.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from where he stood. Even