After more than an hour, Fei Hong stood in front of a thatched hut on the outskirts of Tianyuan City, with his mouth half open. God, a craftsman who even cultivators respected, actually lived in such a place?
Fei Hong stood in front of the thatched cottage for a long time. After a while, he suddenly saw the door of the house pushed open. A young girl of about twenty years old came out. Seeing Fei Hong smiled slightly, she moved over and said politely , "Excuse me, can I help you?"
The girl was beautiful, with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiles, it made people feel good.
"Oh, I'm looking for Wu Daoyou." Fei Hong clasped his fists and said the surname of the refiner.
"You are looking for master. If I may ask, are you a craftsman or do you have a suitable substrate?"
Fei Hong was taken aback for a moment, and then said after a deep thought, "I am also a refiner. Can I bother my fellow daoists to make a report?"