A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
"Craftsman Fang Yi of the Smelting Bureau, at your service, sir."
"You are Fang Yi?"
Chen Mu looked at the bare-chested man before him and inquired.
Fang Yi, as an official craftsman of the Smelting Bureau, was not a low-level apprentice; he held an official position and also possessed a certain level in Martial Arts Realm. Though not high, he was at the level of Body Refinement Perfection.
"Indeed, it is this humble one."
Fang Yi respectfully replied.
Chen Mu nodded slightly, flicked his sleeve a few times, and a pile of mineral spirit materials fell from it, saying, "Can you forge a treasured artifact quality soft armor with confidence?"