Huyan Yichen almost lost his temper.
Why was it so troublesome?
However, when he recalled how the girl had introduced herself as a poor girl who had fled from the south, his heart softened.
"Forget it. She was so unlucky. I'll help her as my good deeds of the day," thought Huyan Yichen to himself.
But…
Before long, Huyan Yichen's eyes widened when he saw what he had made out of three pieces of scrap iron.
"What… what's that?"
After the girl's random instructions, Huyan Yichen realized that the iron he made wasn't dark iron.
"What's that?"
Huyan Yichen touched it and saw that it was made from a special material that shone with a divine light.
"It's so tough! Am I seeing things?"
Huyan Yichen rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but when he looked again, the iron was still there. He reached out and touched it, but the hardness didn't change.
As a weapon refiner, he knew what that meant.
