Feng Wu asked in a serious tone, "Will a copy of 'Refinable Metal Synthesis' be enough to exchange for the metal I just made and the drawing of this arm?"
Of course! Huyan Yichen was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
"But… but how can you have it?" Huyan Yichen wouldn't believe it.
Feng Wu said, "I just do."
Huyan Yichen said, "If you have it, I'll trade with you!"
Feng Wu said, "It's a deal."
Huyan Yichen was thrilled.
"Silly boy." A short distance away, Old Huyan shook his head when he heard their conversation.
Spiritual iron? "Refinable Metal Synthesis"? How childish.
As Patriarch Huyan's outer sect disciple, the old man had only heard about the "refinable metal synthesis" that all refiners dreamed of learning. However, the girl had just given his grandson a "refinable metal synthesis" as a gift. It was like child's play!
"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
