"Finally made it."
Hearing Qiao Sanfeng's words, Feng Wuchen let out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face.
"Come, quickly get in." Qiao Sanfeng was utterly excited.
Qiao Sanfeng's confident demeanor, the way he walked as if with a gust of wind, seemed to already envision the scene of Feng Wuchen intimidating the masses.
"Is this the Artificer Guild? What an impressive sight." Looking at the magnificent guild palace, Feng Wuchen marveled, noting that it was far more imposing than the Tianying Pavilion.
"In the entire Ling Realm, aside from the Spirit Emperor Temple, only the Artificer Guild reigns supreme." Qiao Sanfeng said with a joyful laugh.
Stepping into the guild's main gate, the first sight was of a large crowd gathered.
"This time, there are a total of 213 Artifact Refiners participating in the refining tournament," Qiao Sanfeng said as he led Feng Wuchen inside with a smile.
"Hold it!"
