Iron Uncle pushed open the creaking wooden door and found Lou Gao sitting cross-legged amid a heap of scrap metal, holding something that gleamed silver.
It was a Soul Tool Gauntlet, with a silver-gray shell and a Blue Crystal set into the back of the hand.
"Grandmaster Lou Gao, you really succeeded?"
Three months earlier, Lou Gao had left Water Source Town after receiving Wu Changkong's instructions and eventually found Iron Uncle's shop.
When Iron Uncle first heard him claim to be Wu Changkong's disciple, then say his name was Lou Gao, his first instinct was to throw him out.
Lou Gao? The Divine Blacksmith of this age? What a joke.
Who would believe that a chubby old man, dressed in rags and covered in iron dust, was a Divine Blacksmith?
Then Lou Gao grew impatient. He pointed at a blade Iron Uncle had just forged and said the edge had been quenched at the wrong heat, then pointed at a pile of armor in the corner and said it was poorly made.
Half convinced, Iron Uncle brought out a few finished pieces for him to inspect. Lou Gao identified every flaw and explained how to fix it.
Only then did Iron Uncle believe him.
Lou Gao needed somewhere to study Soul Tools, so he offered several pieces he had made before as rent.
One look at the craftsmanship and the patterns left Iron Uncle with no doubts. He cleared out the storeroom in the back courtyard.
For the next three months, Lou Gao ate and drank in there. Apart from occasionally coming out to borrow the forge, he never set foot outside the shop.
What shocked Iron Uncle even more was that Wu Changkong was apparently Lou Gao's teacher.
Whenever Lou Gao said "teacher," his expression was far too