Lin Xuan Qi could feel the awkwardness in the air.
As he poured the tea, the ironsmiths standing in a row were silent, and he could only hear the sound of the tea pouring down into the teacup.
When he picked up the teacup and took a sip of it, he noticed that the ironsmiths didn't seem to be tired.
After he placed his teacup onto the table, he glanced at them and asked, "Are you cultivators?"
They shook their heads in unison.
"Master Lin, we wouldn't be here if we were cultivators.
"Only those like us without any hope of becoming an Artifact Cultivator could be tasked to help someone that's not from the Sima Family," one of them said.
Lin Xuan Qi nodded at the man's reply.
It made sense to him.
Sima Long was, after all, not favored in the Sima Family.
Getting help for him with these ironsmiths, even though they weren't Artifact Cultivators, must have taken him some effort.
