Saint Craftsman Mu Chen

Ju Zi yawned, her eyes red-rimmed. She was clearly exhausted, yet her gaze still brimmed with unconcealed excitement.

She took two pieces of Tungsten Steel from her Storage Ring and held them out before Luo Can. "Look, these are the two best pieces of Tungsten Steel we forged today!"

The two pieces of Tungsten Steel lay quietly in her palm, black and profound, restrained yet translucent, with a texture as smooth as a mirror.

The patterns on their surfaces seemed naturally formed, delicate as rippling water and drifting clouds, without the slightest flaw. Even by mere visual inspection, one could sense how different they were from other Thousand Forged metals.

"When these two pieces were forged, their spiritual radiance exceeded three feet." Ju Zi explained slowly, a hint of pride in her voice. "And they've already developed faint spirituality. Their weight has nearly doubled too."

As she spoke, she tossed the Tungsten Steel in her hand.

"But it's still 'dead.' It doesn't have that obvious feeling of being 'alive' like the Firefly Battle Armor does, and it can't actively convey emotions either."

After hearing Ju Zi's words, Luo Can smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Isn't that obvious progress? Take it slowly. One day, you'll be able to forge true living metals with spirituality."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ju Zi's face. She put away the two pieces of Tungsten Steel, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Um... we've used up all the Fate Reversal Water. I came back today to get more water."

"Take as much as you want this time." Luo Can patted Ju Zi's shoulder as he spoke. "And go get some rest. You can return to the forging room tomorrow!"

"Mm..."

Ju Zi softly responded, resting her head against Luo Can's shoulder and rubbing against him.