"The treasure! Where is the treasure?!" Liao Tian bellowed as he flung open the large metal doors to his smithy with a resounding clang.
Inside, the young man was still fixated on Number One Under Heaven, his gaze locked onto the weapon as if bewitched. He had been inspecting it for hours, his expression a mixture of awe and obsession, utterly consumed by the masterpiece before him.
When Liao Tian's eyes fell upon Number One Under Heaven, his expression mirrored the young man's—filled with awe and fascination. He hurried over to the weapon, his hands trembling slightly as he hovered them above it, almost as if he yearned to touch it but didn't dare to. The sheer presence of the treasure commanded reverence, leaving him entranced.
