Suddenly, Mo Ge sprang up, dancing excitedly with his hands and feet, and clamoring, "That's right, this truly is an Elf's craftsmanship! Girl, no, Master, you must teach me this craft! I'll agree to any condition you set!"
Mo Ge was quite an oddity; he was several cycles older than Yun Sheng, but now he addressed her as Master, completely disregarding the order of age and seniority.
Yun Sheng thought Master Mo Ge was quite amusing, like a child, capricious and moody, changing like the wind and the rain.
She wanted to say that she only had a superficial understanding of the Elves' forging methods, but she could give Master Mo Ge that set of Elf Armor. If he were to closely analyze the armor, it wouldn't be difficult for him, with his many years of forging experience, to figure out its secrets.
But upon reconsidering, she suddenly remembered her own Thousand-Year-Old Ice Zither.
