300 Meteoric Iron

"Hey!" Yuanen shouted. Seeing that he was about to be left behind, he quickly ran after the two. After all, he still needed to get his first-grade thousand refining.

Tang Wulin's surroundings blurred as they flew. He struggled within the man's grasp, but the scorching energy enveloping him made all attempts futile. Several seconds later, his body lightened and he found himself standing in an unfamiliar location.

It was in a large, messy room. Two shelves lined the walls, filled with an assortment of metals that made Tang Wulin's eyes light up. If not for his teacher back in Eastsea City, it would have been near impossible for him to obtain some of the truly precious metals on the shelves.

A large forging table stood in the center of the room, its sparkling silver exterior a clear testament to its grade.

T-this workshop is enormous!

"You can spirit refine?"

Tang Wulin turned around and came face to face with the red-haired eccentric. "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"