Adam followed the middle-aged Qi smith through the association tiled corridors until they emerged in a gathering hall.
The flavor of different steaming teas swirled around individuals harboring the same anvil symbols on their chests.
The number and color of stars surrounding it varied, but he noticed one with six shining golden stars sipping from his cup as his colleagues talked him up about Qi infusion techniques. A few displayed their newly crafted blades and armors, beaming after receiving the man's praises.
He raised a brow at the warm atmosphere as his guide halted before the aged leader.
"He passed the test under my supervision. However, I'm unsure about his level. Mind assessing his craft, elder Zhao Longyan?"
"Oh? That's rare coming from you." The aged leader's brown eyes sparkled as he gestured toward Adam. "Show me your item, child. I'll give you the most honest assessment."