To Zhenhua, Yun Feng's identity was secondary.
What truly mattered was her talent in forging, which astonished even him, a Divine Craftsman!
Such strength, such vitality!
She was practically born to be a blacksmith.
If not for her exceptionally special identity, Zhenhua would even have wanted Yun Feng to remain at the Blacksmith Association permanently and succeed him as president after he retired.
"Yun... Xue, little girl? This old man... is called Mu Ye, the current sect master of the Noumenon Sect, the Noumenon Douluo! A friend of your teacher's."
Mu Ye beamed as he introduced himself to Yun Feng in a gentle voice.
"..."
Yun Feng looked at Mu Ye and nodded.
"Mm! Greetings, Your Excellency."
"Well... look, since you're studying forging with your teacher at the Blacksmith Association, you surely can't be forging from morning till night every day, right?"
Perhaps because Mu Ye had never dealt with little girls before, even his smile looked somewhat forced.
The moment Mu Ye said that, Zhenhua understood what he was plotting. He glanced at Mu Ye but did not interrupt him.
Yun Feng nodded gently. "Yes..."
"Ah!"
Mu Ye smiled.
He clapped his hands together and said, "This old man has some expertise in cultivating one's vitality and blood!"
"If you don't mind, how about you cultivate with this old man in your spare time and study the ways of vitality and blood?"
After saying that, he looked at Yun Feng expectantly.
Yun Feng: "..."
"Do you want to take me as your disciple too?"
She asked.
Mu Ye smiled.
"Well..."
"If possible, this old man does indeed have such thoughts. But I know your identity is special, little girl. If you are unwilling, this old man will not force you. I will still teach you."
To Mu Ye, drawing