Huang Fei nodded.
"Second-level Soul Tool Armguard, made by this disciple's own hands."
Song Yunzhi abruptly raised her head, her gaze piercing him like lightning.
"When did you learn to make Soul Tools?"
Huang Fei said, "This disciple already knew some blacksmithing skills. Later, I encountered a fortunate opportunity and became a First-level Soul Engineer. These past few days, with nothing else to do, I tried advancing to the second level..."
"With nothing else to do?"
Song Yunzhi cut him off, her voice carrying a trace of disbelief.
"You're a level 28 Soul Master. You cultivated while making Soul Tools, and you still broke through two levels in such a short time?"
Huang Fei fell silent.
He could hardly say that the system had given him a Technology Card.
Song Yunzhi stared at him for a long time before suddenly laughing.
Her laughter held three parts helplessness, three parts gratification, and four parts... emotions that could not be put into words.
"This old woman has lived for more than a hundred years and seen countless geniuses."
She rose to her feet, walked to the window, and turned her back to Huang Fei.
"I've seen those with Innate Full Soul Power, those with Twin Martial Souls, and even fifteen-year-old Soul Kings."
"But someone like you..."
She paused, then turned back to look at Huang Fei.
"You level up quickly, your Soul Ring configuration defies heaven, your understanding of Martial Souls surpasses that of ordinary people, and now you tell me you possess such talent with Soul Tools as well."
"Just how many more things have you been hiding from this old woman?"
Huang Fei lowered his head and said, "This disciple would not dare conceal anything from Teacher. It's just that these matters... are a long story."
Song Yunzhi looked at