Su Jian didn't respond.
He stepped aside, revealing Han Feng behind him.
"Masters, please, calm down for a moment."
"Let me introduce you. This is Han Feng. He's also... the one who's been making a name for himself in the Black Market recently."
The two men, who had just been glaring and fuming, immediately focused their gazes on him when they heard the words "Black Market" and "Han Feng."
As veterans who had been in this circle for decades, they had never met Han Feng in person.
But the legend of the man who could craft "Pseudo Tier Four" items was all they had heard about for the past two days, to the point their ears were ringing with it.
Ouyang Zhen sized Han Feng up and down, his brow furrowing slightly. "So young?"
He had originally assumed the "Divine Artisan" would be a venerable old master who had been immersed in this Dao for decades.
