Han Muye said nothing, his gaze landing on the hall in front of him.
The hall spanned an area of at least 10,000 feet. On the white jade square, refiners were scattered everywhere.
A team of at least 20 refiners dressed in white robes, both divine level and sage level, stood there with solemn expressions.
Such a formation was rarely seen even once in several years.
Wu Zhao looked a little surprised. He frowned slightly and said, "Which elite junior has arrived?"
He quietly looked at Han Muye beside him.
Then, he shook his head in disappointment.
It couldn't be this person.
So, could it be Young Master Qi?
When he turned around, Young Master Qi and the others had already rushed over.
This made Wu Zhao's expression even more unpleasant.
The level six armor master who was leading the way was overjoyed. He looked at the divine level and sage level craftsmen waiting on the stone steps in front of him.