She was twelve this year. If she could pass the Level Two Blacksmith assessment, she would be one of the youngest Level Two Blacksmiths in the entire Blacksmith Association.
That honor alone would be enough to make her stand out among her peers.
Hearing this, Mu Chen smiled with a trace of pride. "Good. As long as you're confident. If you succeed, you'll be a Level Two Blacksmith before you're even twelve. Exceptionally gifted, with the makings of a Saint Craftsman."
Mu Xi was clearly proud as well. She raised her chin. "Of course. I won't disgrace the Mu family."
As she spoke, her gaze happened to sweep over Tang Wulin, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
In her eyes, this boy younger than her probably might not even pass the Level One Blacksmith assessment. After all, looks alone couldn't make someone a blacksmith.
Watching this, Tang Wulin was somewhat speechless. This girl is just as competitive as she was in the original story. Still, he had no intention of competing with her.
He had come this time to attempt the Seven-Level Saint Craftsman assessment. Level Two Blacksmith? For him, that was already a matter of many years ago.
Just then, however, Zhen Hua suddenly spoke. "Wulin, weren't you preparing to take the Seven-Level Saint Craftsman assessment? Perfect. The two children can take their assessments together."
His tone was utterly casual, as though he were talking about something insignificant. Yet those words exploded like a heavy bomb in Mu Chen's and Mu Xi's minds.
Mu Chen's eyes widened as he stared at Zhen Hua in disbelief. "Senior brother, what did you say? Seven-Level Saint Craftsman? How old is this child? Nine? Are you joking?"
His voice trembled slightly. He had clearly been startled by Zhen Hua's words.
Seven-Level Saint Craftsman was