Feng Luotian nodded satisfyingly: "Mhm. This weapon is good enough. What is its name?"
"This is good enough?" Ming Zhuo inwardly stumbled. His brows knitted for a moment before letting out a sigh. It was not good to try and understand this young man. Common sense did not work on him.
Switching back to his calm self, Ming Zhuo answered: "Since it has both light and dark elements, I call it Nightspark."
"Nightspark? Good name." Feng Luotian casually remarked.
Ming Zhuo smiled wryly at the comment. He had expected more than just a little praise. Now, he could do nothing but accept it.
His customer was not typical in any way.
Being a master forger should have put him so high and above that Peacock Lord might even need to kneel when talking to him, but this young man did not put the matter into his eyes at all.
