What did he mean, "My disciple has the makings of a divine blacksmith"? Why did that sound so strange?
You couldn't just say things like that.
"Who is Tang Wulin?"
"His forging talent is actually no less than yours."
Zhen Hua frowned, even slipping into classical phrasing.
Other than Ji Fengyu,
there was another thirteen-year-old Level Five blacksmith?
Since when had super geniuses become so commonplace?
"You don't even know Tang Wulin?"
"Tang Wulin is a member of the Dragon Clan Squad, the one with the golden dragon claw."
Mu Ye raised his brows smugly.
Zhen Hua didn't know as much as he did, did he?
"Nonsense. Of course I know Tang Wulin."
"What I mean is, who is Tang Wulin's master? He couldn't have become a Level Five blacksmith out of nowhere, could he?"
Zhen Hua rolled his eyes speechlessly, too lazy to argue with Mu Ye, that old child.
How could he possibly not know Tang Wulin?
He was merely curious who was so incredible that they could teach a disciple like Tang Wulin, one who was on par with Ji Fengyu.
Didn't that mean the person was also on par with him?
"Brother Ji! Brother Ji!"
Speak of the devil—Tang Wulin came running over.
"Teachers, this is Tang Wulin."
"Wulin, these two are the sect master of my Body Sect and my forging teacher."
Ji Fengyu introduced Tang Wulin to Mu Ye and Zhen Hua.
The two studied Tang Wulin, both with surprise in their eyes.
His bloodline was far too vigorous!
That was their first impression.
It was truly too vigorous. His immense Bloodline Power had reached an incomprehensible, almost unbelievable level.
He was practically a humanoid beast or a hatchling true dragon!
"Greetings, Seniors."
Upon hearing that they were Brother Ji's teachers, Tang Wulin immediately