The Golden-Armored Automaton stood before Basmo, and the Grandmaster examined it with great care. Luo Qian could not make sense of many of his methods. Basmo even opened the armor plate over its chest with ease, then carefully inspected the Formation inside. Luo Qian had assumed that a Saint Grandmaster like Basmo could see through anything from the Immortal Realm with a casual glance. He had not expected him to be so thorough and cautious.
Nearly half an hour passed before Basmo finally let out a long breath. "I'm not mistaken. You found these two little toys on the Primordial Battlefield?" Luo Qian was astonished. "You know about the Primordial Battlefield too?" Basmo chuckled, bitterness at the corners of his eyes. "Who from our era didn't know about the Primordial Battlefield?" The weight of years in his voice stirred Luo Qian's curiosity. "What era were you from?"
Basmo avoided the question. With a turn of his hand, he caught an ivory-shaped wineglass, seventy percent full of amber liquor. "Here, try the Brandy I made." Luo Qian was more puzzled than ever. Brandy was plainly a liquor from the Western Divine Realm. Did that mean this Alchemy Grandmaster was not from another world after all?
He took a sip. The liquor in the glass sank, then rose again like spring water. Luo Qian laughed despite himself. "It seems you made not only the liquor, but the glass as well." Basmo smiled dismissively. "A petty trick, nothing more. By the way, what's your name?" "Luo Qian."
"Well then, Luo, I have a commission. Would you be willing to take it?" Basmo said. "The reward will be very generous, of course." Luo Qian wanted the details first. "What do you need me to do?" Basmo swept a hand through the air, and an