Chapter 329

As they spoke.

Feng Cangqiong had already led Yan Lie and Lin Mo up to the group.

"Hahaha!"

"Old Mo!"

Feng Cangqiong laughed loudly and strode forward.

Mo Qianjun, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, immediately broke into a smile.

"Old Wind Ghost!"

"You finally showed up!"

Mo Qianjun laughed heartily as he stepped forward to greet him.

The two top figures of Dragon Nation were clearly long-time acquaintances.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries,

Mo Qianjun's gaze passed over Feng Cangqiong and locked onto Lin Mo standing behind him.

"Good lad…"

"This must be Lin Mo?"

Feng Cangqiong turned sideways and nodded with a smile.

"That's right."

"Lin Mo, come, greet Old Mo."

Lin Mo stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, Old Mo."

Mo Qianjun studied Lin Mo from head to toe.

His sharp eyes grew brighter with every passing moment.

"Lin Mo, I've heard your name long before this."

Mo Qianjun sighed.

"Single-handedly annihilated the seven-nation alliance on the Wanguo Battlefield."

"National Dragon Envoy, Dragon Nation's youngest major general ever."

"Eighteen years old, a four-element Magic King…"

"To be honest,"

"I've lived more than half a century."

"Never have I seen a young man as outrageous as you."

Hearing this,

Feng Cangqiong's lips curled slightly.

"Old Mo, let me correct you."

Mo Qianjun turned his head to look at Feng Cangqiong.

"What?"

Feng Cangqiong chuckled softly and said calmly:

"Lin Mo is no longer a four-element Magic King. He is now an eighteen-year-old five-element Magic King."

"… "

Mo Qianjun froze.

Five-element?

Five-element Magic King?

After two seconds of silence,

Mo Qianjun murmured:

"Old Wind Ghost."

"Are you sure you're not pulling my leg?"

Feng Cangqiong burst into laughter.

"Why would I lie to you? What benefit would that bring me?"

"This kid isn't just a five-element Magic King."

"This lad…"

Feng Cangqiong looked at Lin Mo beside him and sighed lightly:

"Is a five-element elemental body."

"… "

Mo Qianjun fell silent again.

He looked back at Lin Mo.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly:

"Is this kid… some kind of monster?"

Lin Mo rubbed his nose.

Damn.

That's some praise.

My toes are starting to curl again.

Seeing Mo Qianjun's reaction, Feng Cangqiong laughed heartily and changed the subject.

"Old Mo."

"To have you personally forge equipment for Lin Mo—"

"That's the lad's fortune."

Across the entire Dragon Nation and the whole Blue Planet, only you, Old Mo, have the qualification and strength to forge this Forbidden-Class exclusive weapon.

Hearing this,

Mo Qianjun waved his hand.

"Old Wind Ghost, don't say that."

Mo Qianjun's expression turned serious.

"To forge equipment for Lin Mo is my honor."

…

At these words,

the female smith behind Mo Qianjun, with her high ponytail, visibly froze.

She nudged the female smith beside her and whispered:

"Sister Jiang…"

"We've followed Master for so many years."

"When have we ever heard him praise someone like this?"

Jiang Yunshang's expression was dazed.

She fell silent for several seconds, then whispered:

"Xiao Shuang, you're right. In all the years I've followed Master, I've never heard him say such a thing to anyone."

"Not once."

Remember this:

Who is their master?

He is Dragon Nation's strongest smith, the SSS-ranked Heavenly Artisan.

Normally, let alone praising someone—

even when leaders of top-tier guilds brought mountains of rare materials and astronomical sums of money, begging him to forge equipment for them—

what happened?

He wouldn't even show his face.

He'd wave his hand and send them off to his apprentices.

Jiang Yunshang's gaze settled on Lin Mo, her expression complex.

And now,

an eighteen-year-old boy

had made Master seem like a different person.

Not only had he gathered all his apprentices together,

but he'd personally come to greet him at the street corner,

and in front of so many people, said, "To forge equipment for Lin Mo is my honor."

"Xiao Shuang,"

Jiang Yunshang whispered with a faint smile:

"To be honest,

when Master first told us to come assist, I was reluctant."

When Master first notified us to come assist, I was somewhat reluctant.

"The forging orders in my hands are already booked six months ahead—where would I find the time?"

"Besides."

"What kind of order requires all of us apprentices to show up and serve as our Master's assistants?"

"It's just..."

"Too grandiose, isn't it?"

Jiang Yunshang, standing nearby, let out a light laugh.

"Don't say it, Sister—I feel the same way."

"Right?"

Jiang Yunshang nodded.

"But after I checked the records, I realized just how outrageous the person our Master is forging for truly is..."

"I actually think our Master is right—it really is an honor for us."

With those words spoken,

Han Shuang turned to look at her.

"Huh?"

Jiang Yunshang smiled:

"You're silly, Xiao Shuang—we're forging weapons for the future First Person of Longguo... no, of Blue Star."

"Think about it."

"When the time comes, the weapon in the hands of Blue Star's First Person will have been forged by us."

Jiang Yunshang turned her gaze to her younger sister, a faint smile curling at her lips.

"Just this credential alone."

"Will it be enough to leave our names in the history books?"

Han Shuang fell silent for a long while after hearing this.

Then she spoke:

"Sister, you're right."

"It is our honor!"

Jiang Yunshang reached out and gently patted her sister's shoulder, then lowered her voice, her tone growing more serious.

"But Xiao Shuang, we should only say these things in private."

"Don't shout them out in front of all these elders and embarrass our Master."

Han Shuang froze.

"Huh? But didn't our Master say it himself?"

Jiang Yunshang sighed:

"That was just polite small talk during their first meeting—how could it be the same? Anyway, we're forgers; we still need to maintain our dignity."

"Oh..."

"Understood, Sister."

Han Shuang pulled her neck in.

Immediately after,

Jiang Yunshang swiftly reset her expression, returning to her usual cold and detached demeanor.

At this moment,

Mo Qianjun and Feng Cangqiong's group had finished their casual chat.

Mo Qianjun looked at everyone and said:

"Enough."

"We'll discuss matters later—back at the mansion."

He turned around and waved his hand:

"Let's go back to Qianjun Pavilion."

"I've already prepared the materials and the furnace."

"Alright, Lin Mo, Yan Lie, let's follow."

Feng Lao glanced at Lin Mo and Yan Lie and smiled.

Then,

The group marched deep into Qian Duan Street.