An Invitation

Inside the room, Dong Fang Bi was very serious as he listened to Ling Xian speak of his opinions and understandings.

Compared to the start of their conversation, an hour had passed. During this time, Dong Fang Bi could only ask questions and listen intently. It wasn't that he refused to communicate with Ling Xian, it was that he had nothing to add.

This made him feel ashamed. He felt like he had wasted all these years he spent studying crafts.

To know that he was a very prominent elder of the Path of Craft. Both his position and knowledge was just below the leader of the Path of Craft. Yet at this moment, as he spoke to Ling Xian, he had nothing valuable to add. Why wouldn't he feel ashamed?

As much as he was embarrassed, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter and he felt like these 500 contribution points he was spending was so worth it.

As time went on, the two began to discuss topics way broader than the design.