The crowd parted, and a man whose age was difficult to judge walked into the clearing. His unruly, fiery-red hair merged with an equally fiery-red beard. A scorching current of air seemed to radiate from his entire body, but he was at least fifty years old.
He was not tall, only about a hundred and seventy centimeters, but his shoulders were extraordinarily broad. His thick arms were considerably larger than Huo Yuhao's waist, and standing there, he resembled a fortress.
The newcomer was none other than the president of Gengxin City's Blacksmith Association, Divine Craftsman Feng Yezi.
As soon as Huo Yuhao had demonstrated his ability to achieve Thousand Refinement with a single strike, someone had rushed to the Blacksmith Association to inform Divine Craftsman Feng Yezi. Hearing that such an expert had arrived in Gengxin City, Feng Yezi was astonished. He immediately put aside his work and came to see Huo Yuhao for himself, without even taking the time to tidy his appearance.
Entering the clearing, Feng Yezi looked at the middle-aged man whose hands had been charred by molten iron, and his expression shifted slightly. But when he raised his head and saw the short sword Huo Yuhao was using to trim his nails, his eyes lit up.
"Grandpa Feng Yezi, what brings you here?"
The soldier captain was the son of Li Xin, Divine Craftsman Feng Yezi's foremost disciple, and naturally held Feng Yezi in great reverence. At that moment, however, he was also deeply unsettled. His brother-in-law had exploited his distant connection to Li Xin to swindle people throughout Gengxin City, posing as a disciple of one of Feng Yezi's disciples. Although the captain knew about it, word had never reached Li Xin's ears, much less Divine Craftsman Feng Yezi's.
But if Feng Yezi asked about