The temperature in the private room abruptly warped to extremes. The left side was bone-chillingly cold, while the right blazed like a furnace. Two violently opposing laws, extreme yin and extreme yang, reached an eerie balance along the sword's edge.
Ling Yuling stared at the Two-Forms Sword.
Even as a peak True Immortal, she could not hide the astonishment that flashed through her eyes.
"Solar essence gold and taiyin mother gold?" Ling Yuling recognized the materials at a glance, a rare ripple of emotion entering her voice. "These two divine materials have conflicting properties. Forcing them to fuse is almost certain death. Yet not only did your furnace survive, you used the collision of their opposing laws to give this sword destructive power on par with a Mahayana spirit treasure."
She raised her head and studied Chen Lin anew. "With Integration cultivation, you crossed an entire major realm to forge a weapon like this. Even in the First Battlefield's Armaments Bureau, few could match your artifact refining attainments."
Chen Lin turned his wrist and put away the Two-Forms Sword, offering no comment.
Seeing how composed he remained, Ling Yuling's opinion of him rose another notch.
She lifted the teapot to refill his cup. Almost without thinking, her divine sense brushed over his body like a gentle breeze.
She had only meant to discover what extraordinary physique this prodigy possessed that allowed him to forge such peerless divine weapons.
The next instant.
Clink.
The mutton-fat jade teapot in Ling Yuling's hand struck the rim of the cup with a crisp sound.
Her ethereal eyes widened sharply, and her slender body beneath her court robes stiffened almost imperceptibly.
"Your bone age... just over a hundred and thirty?"
She stared fixedly at Chen Lin as though looking at a monster wearing human skin.