Demon Phoenix felt that the old man before him did not seem particularly strong-at least, he seemed far weaker than himself-and his wariness eased somewhat.
"Eh? A talking bird. Looks like a Divine Beast. A little bird this pitch-black is quite rare, but why does it look a bit like a phoenix? How strange. The last time I ran into you, lad, it was on Mist Mountain, and here we are on Mist Mountain again. Do you come here often?" the old man asked in surprise upon hearing Demon Phoenix speak.
"What little bird? I'm Demon Phoenix!" Demon Phoenix said loudly. "Huang Xiao, just who is this old man?"
Huang Xiao smiled and said to Demon Phoenix, "His name could scare you to death."
"Oh? Is this old man someone that important? More important than Old Demon?" Demon Phoenix grew even more curious. He really could not see anything special about the old man. Could he be concealing his strength, and what Demon Phoenix sensed was not his true strength?
Some old fellows had cultivation realms so high that he probably could not see through them. That was quite possible.
"Senior Ou Jin!" Huang Xiao said.
At Huang Xiao's words, Demon Phoenix's eyes widened, and he stared at the old man before him in disbelief, looking him up and down.
"Craftsman God Ou Jin?" Demon Phoenix cried out.
The only person who could astonish him like this was the Craftsman God. It could not be someone else with the same name.
"Oh? So you both know. That does seem to be what other people call this old man, but I don't consider myself any Craftssman God. My forging skills still need improvement," Ou Jin said with a smile.
"You can still smile, old man?" Demon Phoenix was now certain that