All old Huyan could think of was the metal.
"Divine iron? Where did that come from?!" He murmured to himself.
Huyan Yichen said grumpily, "That was days ago. Didn't you notice?"
Old Huyan didn't notice it because all his attention was on his Flame Spear.
At that thought, old Huyan snorted. "My task is a big deal. I don't have time for kids' stuff like this."
After that, he turned to leave.
Huyan Yichen couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, are you done?"
"Of course!" Old Huyan had always been very confident in his skills.
"A Saint-level one?" Huyan Yichen asked curiously.
"Of course." Old Huyan raised his chin and waited for his grandson's praise.
But…
His grandson changed the subject.
He took old Huyan's hand and led him to Feng Wu's side. "Grandpa, what level is this arm?"
