Three years ago, Qin Chen was a rare weapon-refining genius in the Qin family. Three years later, he was recognized as a waste in the city. The meridians were sealed, the weapons and fire were lost, the fiancée came to break off the engagement, and the clan members were in trouble. Until one day, the melting pot of all things sleeping deep in his soul woke up. Scrap metal? That is the material of the stars. Broken pot? That's an ancient artifact. Waste? That was the reincarnation of the eternal divine craftsman. Break off an engagement? I'll see you at the Refining Tower in three days. I'll ask you to kneel down and eat the marriage certificate.
