"Mr. Yang Ming, please sit. Make yourself at home."
Divine Craftsman Lou Gao showed none of a divine craftsman's bearing. He bustled about attending to everything, acting like a humble servant.
Had his old friend Tai Tan, the patriarch of the Strength Clan, been here, he would never have believed, even if beaten to death, that the man before him was the ever-proud and haughty Divine Craftsman Lou Gao.
If Yang Ming had come as a member of the Sky-Blasting Gang, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao would have treated him courteously, but certainly would not have revered him. That was the pride of a technical obsessive!
However, Yang Ming had held nothing back, explaining the steamship's operating principles and methods right before him. It was no different from imparting knowledge, teaching a craft, and resolving doubts. In the blacksmithing trade, seniority counted for nothing; mastery came first. Having received Yang Ming's guidance, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao treated him as a master who had taught him his craft, which made his enthusiasm easy to understand.
The forging room was messy, but it was certainly spacious, covering more than five hundred square meters. All manner of metals lay scattered along both sides. In a corner, a pitch-black forge and matching bellows caught Yang Ming's attention. Strangely, the forge seemed to give off a penetrating chill.
Noticing Yang Ming's gaze, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao turned to look. Seeing the equipment he had not used in ages, he gave a few sheepish laughs and said:
"Mr. Yang Ming, I'm usually so busy with research that I haven't paid much attention to keeping the room tidy. Those two things haven't been used in a long time, so I left them there. If you find them an eyesore, I'll put them away right now."
Without waiting for