After a long time.
"Hahaha—"
Meng Gaoshi burst into laughter: "Quite unconventional, I like it!"
"Kid, you really suit my taste. Are you really this confident in reaching the Peak of Artifact Refining?"
Hearing Meng Gaoshi's words, Ye Chenfeng let out a sigh of relief. He knew he had bet correctly and said, "Shouldn't I have this confidence?"
Meng Gaoshi nodded, and his tone became a bit more serious: "Indeed, you have such confidence. At your age, we were not even close to your level; we weren't even worthy of carrying your shoes."
Meng Gaoshi spoke very naturally; he was a remarkably straightforward old man, acknowledging facts as they were.
Zhong Tianxiang shouted, "Old Meng, don't lump us in with you. Your Artifact Refining level is the worst among us."
Meng Gaoshi didn't mind: "What? Did I say anything wrong? At that age, your Artifact Refining level was indeed better than mine."
