Su Zhen set down his teacup, his gaze deepening as he looked at Han Feng.
"Han, I didn't realize you were also a Forging Grandmaster."
"I wouldn't call myself a Grandmaster. I just know a few clever tricks."
Han Feng said lightly, as if he had just done something insignificant.
This composure made Su Zhen's estimation of him rise yet again.
When a young person achieves success, the rarest quality isn't talent, but a temperament free from arrogance and impatience.
"Haha, Han, you're being too modest."
Su Zhen laughed. "I've heard that you also proposed many designs for the Shadow project that are far ahead of their time.
Even that old fellow Li Tiecheng can't stop singing your praises. He calls you the future hope of East Sea City's aerospace field."
"And then there's the matter of Dragon's Fang Port,"
Su Zhen's tone shifted, growing solemn. "To suppress an entire port single-handedly and slay a Pseudo Tier Four fiend from an Evil Cult.
