Seeing Wei Jiangyuan in such pain, Yao Qingyu's heart ached, and she instinctively wanted to step forward.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the unfinished Iridescent Armor on the table, its radiance flowing under the light. Wasn't this armor, into which she had poured her heart and soul, being made for him?
An idea struck her, and she tried to use it to divert his attention. She hurriedly grabbed Wei Jiangyuan, who was about to leave, pointed at the Iridescent Armor, and forced an encouraging smile onto her face.
"Come look at this!"
"This is what I've been working on these past few days—the Iridescent Armor. It took quite a bit of effort. What do you think? Isn't it impressive?"
Xiao Qingqing seemed to have received her aunt's signal as well and immediately chimed in from the side. Her little head bobbed like a chick pecking at grain as she emphasized in her childish voice, "Yes, yes, yes! It's super pretty, all shiny and sparkly! Auntie said I'll have a little one someday too."
Wei Jiangyuan looked over, picked up the unfinished armor, and extended a finger. Out of a pharmacist's habitual instinct, a faint trace of soul power curled around his fingertip as he carefully ran it across the armor and examined it in detail.
He nodded, then gave a somewhat rigid assessment. "It's quite remarkable to have reached this level. The material selection is excellent, and the tempering was done well."
"Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the materials themselves, its defensive capability is limited to the Half-Saint level. Against the Ancient Clan's top Dou Sheng prodigies, its effect would be extremely limited. In the future, matters requiring professional forging..."
Wei Jiangyuan paused. His gaze unconsciously swept over Yao Qingyu's slightly weary face,