Kapitel 1517: The Empire Alliance Blacksmith Guild

"Senior Uncle?" The 8-star blacksmith was stunned for an instant before a deep frown surfaced on his forehead. With a livid expression, he growled, "Friend, just who in the world are you? Don't you think it's inappropriate to say such a joke?"

How could he possibly not recognize his own Senior Uncle? He was certain that he had never met the person standing in front of him before, so it was obvious that the other party was teasing him.

"You said that I'm joking? Do you really not recognize me?" Zhang Xuan shook his head as he raised his hand.

Hong long!

A powerful might swiftly shrouded the 8-star blacksmith, threatening to crush him into bits.