Wang Lanfeng said respectfully, "Reporting to the Ancestor, I have committed it to memory."
Bi Yuntao, on the other hand, lowered his head in embarrassment. "Ancestor, I... there are still some things I don't quite understand..."
In truth, his talent for Artifact Refining was even greater, but he had been too far away to see everything clearly.
Wang Runjiang glared at him and snapped, "Can't you see the Ancestor is already tired? How can you be so thoughtless! If you don't understand, then get lost and figure it out on your own!"
Frightened, Bi Yuntao flinched. His dark face flushed, and his lips trembled, but he didn't dare to speak.
He was sixteen years old, an apprentice from a mortal blacksmith shop in the Thousand Island Lake region. If not for the Ancestor taking a liking to him, he would have never had the chance to stand here.
"No matter. Which step did you not see clearly?"
Qin Xuan's eyes crinkled into a smile as he looked at Bi Yuntao.
