Elder Yuan and his disciple left the Thousand Wealth Chamber with a pale face. They looked as if their souls had been sucked out of their bodies.
Weng Ping was crying inwardly.
I'm dead! I'm finished!
Why did I tell this damn old man about the Thousand Wealth Chamber if I knew he was nothing but a phony?
How can an Intermediate Tier-2 Artifact Refiner master lose so miserably?
He was damn pathetic in forging and runes!
Gosh! I shouldn't have chosen such a useless master.
Apart from his idiotic pride, he had nothing to his name.
The more he thought about it, the more his rage rose toward his master. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at his master who had a lifeless expression and sneered.
After we return to the hall, I must find a way to ditch this old man and choose another master.
I can't afford to be associated with these losers.
While Weng Ping was planning his safe exit, Elder Yuan was lost in thought. He could accept his forging technique had some errors.
