In the warehouse.

Lin Xun sat before a tall workbench with a sharp rune brush in his hand. He gently dipped it in the jade water rune ink, and meticulously controlled the flow of aeth power into the brush tip as he began to carve on the blade.

His back was as straight as a pencil. There was a look of concentration, extraordinary composure, and confidence on his face.

“Have you ever seen someone who can craft an aeth tool at the True Martial stage?”

In the distance, Xiaoman dazedly stared at Lin Xun’s figure.

Old Mo pondered and said, “I’ve seen such people before, but they are far too rare. The empire’s three great rune clans do have a few super talented descendants who have achieved this.”

“Have you seen anyone like Lin Xun?” Xiaoman followed up with another question, her expression still somewhat dazed.

Before Old Mo could respond, Xiaoman said, “No. At the very least, I have never heard of a thirteen-year-old youth who is also a rune apprentice. If I did not personally witness this, I would have doubted if it was real.”

There was a sliver of unknown emotion in her voice.

Old...