“Let this kid become my assistant? Hehe, impossible!”

When Lin Xun reported to the military workshop he was immediately met with objection.

The speaker was Grandmaster Ying. He was highly respected in the 7th camp, and his words held enormous weight. The rune masters in the military workshop viewed him as their leader.

Meanwhile, he was also the person in charge of the workshop.

Grandmaster Ying was currently seated behind a stack of documents, his eyes slightly narrowed as he expressionlessly read the document in his hand. He did not even raise his head or pay any attention to Lin Xun, who was standing in front of him.

A group of rune masters was watching nearby with their arms crossed. They observed Lin Xun with amused expressions as if ridiculing him.

Outside the workshop, the cultivators that had arrived after hearing the news were astonished. Grandmaster Ying was being far too disrespectful. He had rejected the assignment without any trace of tact.

Young Master Lin was a young heaven pride who had killed a Half-Step King with a single arrow. No...