Zhen Hua pointed at Su Qiu, then turned to glare furiously at Mu Ye. "Mu Ye! Have you got nothing better to do than mess with me?"
"A nine-year-old Level 4 Blacksmith, and he wants to attempt Spirit Forging?"
With Zhen Hua's composure, if anyone else had said that, he would have merely questioned it inwardly first.
But this was his best buddy saying it.
Those who knew, knew.
He had seen plenty of geniuses in his life, but a nine-year-old Spirit Forging master?
Even boasting had its limits.
Mu Ye was equally stunned. He had genuinely had no idea Su Qiu possessed such talent in forging.
He instinctively looked at Su Qiu, his voice full of disbelief. "Y-you've already reached Level 4 in forging? And you can attempt Spirit Forging?"
Seeing that Mu Ye looked just as clueless, Zhen Hua froze.
Eh!
Now that he was sure his buddy was not playing a prank on him, Zhen Hua began to believe it instead.
There was no reason for Su Qiu to lie to him.
"Good!" Zhen Hua slapped his thigh. His earlier anger instantly vanished, replaced by urgent excitement.
He rushed to the forging table in a few strides and set down a piece of Star Meteor Iron glowing faintly in the dark. Impatiently, he said to Su Qiu, "Kid! Don't just stand there! Hurry! Try this material!"
"If you really manage to complete Spirit Forging today, I, Zhen Hua, will bow to you three times on the spot! I'll become your disciple."
"No, no."
"You'll bow and become my disciple. I'll take you as my personal disciple and teach you everything I know about forging!"
Su Qiu said nothing and walked over to the forging table.
With a beckoning motion, he gripped a Forging Hammer thicker than his