The black-robed cultivator ignored Li Xiaobai's actions as if they were nothing, engrossed in his own crafting of the magic treasure.
He was crafting a feather fan, and each piece of the fan bone required meticulous engraving, adorned with a string of strange inscriptions, which he was carefully outlining stroke by stroke.
The essence of the path flowed, and strokes of golden runes appeared one after another.
The Elders nodded slightly, acknowledging that the opponent's Path of Artifact Refining indeed showed some achievement, having reached a considerable level of skill, but it was a pity that as an Evil Sect Cultivator, he could not be utilized by the Qi Sect.
As for Li Xiaobai, he had been hammering and tinkering all this time but failed to produce anything of note, the pile of materials before him unchanged in shape, remaining exactly the same as when they were handed to him.
The crowd was somewhat puzzled – that was it?