"Artifact Refining Master? Are you talking about yourself?" The old man sized up Fang Jueyu, "Young man, I reckon you're barely over a hundred years old? Getting a qualification certificate for an Artifact Refiner is already impressive, aren't you perhaps standing in for your teacher to register?"
It's no wonder the old man thought so. Those Artifact Refining Masters are all arrogant; lining up to register is beneath them. But there's no choice, as the organizers only accept on-site registrations, so many send their students instead.
"My teacher is coming, and I guarantee every single one of you here will be so weak in the knees that you won't be able to stand!"
"What big words!" The old man clearly didn't catch Fang Jueyu's drift. He assumed Fang Jueyu meant a regular teacher.
