"Kid, are you trying to murder this old man?!"
The Craftsman Emperor's beard bristled as he glared, absolutely livid. Ye Wushuang was giving him an impossible task—completing one hundred thousand sets of Half-Saint Armor within a year. With his skills alone, it was utterly impossible.
Besides, the sheer volume of materials required for one hundred thousand sets of Half-Saint Armor was something not even an Overlord power could necessarily provide.
At this thought, the Craftsman Emperor grew even more dejected. This kid was just trying to scam him. "Kid, I don't want that thing anymore. And you can have your wine back."
"Grandpa, Junior Brother Ye must have his reasons. Why don't you hear him out first?" Qianling stepped forward, holding the Dragon Cat, and tried to placate him.
Pfft!
