Time trickled bit by bit. It was almost noon and Su Zimo had yet to come out of his secret chamber.
The merchant was getting impatient as he paced around the courtyard endlessly, frowning with a grim expression.
At this moment, he felt a sense of regret in his mind.
From his point of view, the reason why Su Zimo did not appear for such a long time must be because the weapon refinement had failed.
Two years of rent was equivalent to 6,000 superior-grade spirit stones. That was equivalent to two superior-grade spirit weapons.
Coupled with the one he had just customized, he had made a loss of three superior-grade spirit weapons!
"Just for the sake of getting acquainted with a Weapon Refinement Master, I threw in three superior-grade spirit weapons. What a loss!" The merchant was frustrated internally.
Afternoon.
Su Zimo finally came forth from his secret chamber, looking visibly fatigued - it seemed to have drained him significantly.
