Ning Zheng suddenly felt that she might have underestimated herself.
Her estate wasn't all that bad; it had a bit of personal charm.
Black Magic Copper.
Embers Artifact Spirit.
These were things others could not imitate; showcasing them should shock the other Divine Craftsmen.
"Keep up the effort, proceed to open the Three Flowers."
Ning Zheng encouraged her Immortal Aunt a bit.
The Immortal Aunt nodded:
"Poor blacksmiths open Mixed Spirit Roots, creating Artifact Spirits for low-end Magical Artifacts."
"We wealthy blacksmiths open Lower Grade, Middle Grade Spiritual Roots... everyone has a bright future!"
Rustling sound.
As the two chatted, Enchanters in the distance quickly fell to the ground.
Occasionally, some Embers stood up:
"Haha, I've transitioned into Blade, Spear, Sword, and Halberd!"
"Second Transformation, Second Transformation!"
"I succeeded!"
These future Artifact Spirit babies didn't think they were dead.
