Chu Hao entered that room, which was actually quite spacious, about eight meters in length and width, filled with blacksmithing tools and various artifact embryos.
"Kid, was it your first day learning blacksmithing yesterday?" Guo Zhen asked again to confirm.
"Yes!" Chu Hao nodded.
"Looking at your appearance and listening to your accent, you don't seem to be a local, right? Hmm, the Yunliu Sect just accepted disciples this year; did you come from the Lower World?" Guo Zhen sized up Chu Hao.
Impressive, just from a single sentence, he deduced Chu Hao's origin. Such observational and reasoning skills were quite astonishing!
Indeed, one cannot judge a book by its cover. This seemingly rough man had an evidently meticulous mind.
Chu Hao nodded and said, "I indeed come from the Lower World, and I've just joined the Yunliu Sect!"
"In the Yunliu Sect, you shouldn't be short of this bit of salary, right?"