Zhen Hua looked at Xu Yue and Mu Xi, who had just taken their seats, and a mischievous smile curled across his lips.
Xiaoxi, it wasn't that your uncle didn't dote on you. Who told your father to trick me so many times?
Daughter, disciple—I'll take them all from you!
With that thought, his expression turned serious again. His gaze swept across the hall as he spoke in a clear, resounding voice.
"Forging is a craft and profession that requires constant practice. Empty talk will never make a true Divine Smith."
"Now, I will invite two blacksmiths onto the stage to demonstrate the techniques of Thousand Refinement and even Spirit Refinement for everyone."
"During this process, I trust you will gain a better understanding of the finer details of forging."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The several hundred people present immediately began whispering excitedly among themselves.
To forge personally before a Divine Smith and receive his guidance was an opportunity that even Saint Craftsmen could only dream of.
In an instant, everyone sharpened their focus.
Zhen Hua pondered for a moment, pretending to scan the room.
But before long, his gaze landed on the back rows, and he raised a hand to point.
"Then... let the two in the back come up!"
In an instant, hundreds of gazes turned in unison toward where Zhen Hua's finger pointed.
They landed on Xu Yue and Mu Xi, who had only just sat down.
The siblings first exchanged bewildered looks, then simultaneously raised their right hands and pointed at themselves.
Me? Us?
Seeing their reactions, Zhen Hua smiled and nodded without hesitation.
"Yes, you two."
As Zhen Hua's words fell again, Xu Yue and Mu Xi finally confirmed that they were indeed the ones being called.
Xu Yue shrugged helplessly. "Sister Mu