"Of course."
Hearing Wu Zhangkong's words, Mu Chen chuckled softly and said with great satisfaction.
"It's not just his talent for cultivation."
"Our Wu Lin's talent in blacksmithing is even more exceptional. Enough said—I need to head back and deal with Guang Biao's matter."
A smile spread across Mu Chen's face as he gave the other man a meaningful look. Then he waved his hand and spoke softly.
Seeing Wu Lin's teacher looking so shocked and astonished, Mu Chen felt immensely pleased. This feeling was several times—perhaps even ten times—better than hearing someone praise his daughter!
Mu Xi: So love really can disappear, huh?
Mu Chen could fully understand Wu Zhangkong's perspective. He had originally thought that Wu Lin's cultivation talent was already incredibly formidable, so there was no reason for him to have outstanding achievements in other areas as well.
But in truth, cultivation talent? Heh...
The strength of a nine-year-old Grand Soul Master was merely the most ordinary aspect of their Wu Lin—at least compared to his talent in blacksmithing, it was utterly insignificant—
A nine-year-old Fourth-Level Blacksmith, the only one in the world!!!
And this was a young man with the greatest hope of inheriting his senior brother's mantle and becoming a Divine Craftsman on today's Douluo Continent!
"Divine Craftsman..."
At the mention of those two words, Mu Chen could not help falling into a daze. His emotions were so complicated that they would not settle for a long time.
He was currently an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman, only one level away from the ninth-level Divine Craftsman.
Yet it was precisely this "mere one level" that had held him back from before his daughter was born until now. Fifteen full years had passed, yet he had gained not the slightest insight.
Divine Craftsman and Saint Craftsman differed by