"Sure enough, at this stage, the probability that you need this material is one hundred percent."
Yang Yong's heart jolted, and understanding dawned on him.
By that logic, could the third item, the "Void Crystal," have been set aside for him too?
Void... as in space!
Could it be...
Before long, would he be able to forge spatial Curios with the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace?
Like the Heaven and Earth Bags, Space Rings, and Storage Magical Artifacts in webnovels?
Yang Yong's thoughts instantly wandered far afield, intense anticipation flaring in his eyes.
Meanwhile, everyone beside him was already staring in astonishment.
Especially Zhang Bihuang, whom Wang Ying had promised not long ago that Yang Yong would help her craft a Curio.
Her eyes shone with frightening brightness, burning as they stayed fixed on Yang Yong.
That gaze practically threatened to devour him alive.
Yang Yong had no idea why she was staring at him, and he felt a little uneasy and unnerved.
This girl...
Surely she hadn't found him so outstanding that her gratitude and admiration had twisted straight into a crazed pursuit?
Was she even planning to force herself on him?
Completely misreading the situation, Yang Yong spread his hands at everyone helplessly.
"My Artificer Sequence has its own rules. Even I can't control it. I can only let it forge things on its own."
Only then did the ordinary people in the group abruptly come to their senses-
Their Captain Cao was awake!
Lao Zhang, the convoy manager, had just finished arranging the convoy's affairs and immediately hurried over.
He was distantly related to Cao Xianming, a cousin of Cao Xianming's mother.
Before the apocalypse broke out, three generations of Lao Zhang's family had lived harmoniously under one roof.
But.
When disaster struck, his entire family died overnight, leaving