Jadewave Grass

Duan Ling Tian raised his head and looked at the owner of this formidable Spiritual Force.

This was an old man in green robes, his figure and face were both gaunt, yet his eyes were brimming with spirit and flickered with a frightful bright light.

Presently, the old man’s gaze had descended onto Duan Ling Tian and his brows were tightly knit.

"Guild Master." Meanwhile, the beautiful woman entered behind Duan Ling Tian and said respectfully, "This guest said he wants to see you."

"See me?" The green robed old man’s white brows frowned, and he had an unhappy expression as he said with a deep voice, "Could it be that it’s your first day in the Weapons Craftsmen Guild? Did I say since long ago to not bring any random person here?"

The beautiful woman smiled bitterly, and she wasn’t surprised by the old man’s reaction.

"Guild Master. This guest is special." The beautiful woman added.

"Special?" A trace of bewilderment appeared on the old man’s face.