Peng Jiuyuan walked through the door of the blacksmith's workshop.
He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, then looked forward again.
Then his mouth slowly opened.
"Lord… Lord…" Peng Jiuyuan stammered.
"Oh, you have too little iron here," Zhou Shu said. "I can only forge so many hunting sabers. There are a total of sixty-eight hunting sabers and forty hunting forks. I forged them according to the original."
Peng Jiuyuan's mouth went dry. I was only gone for less than ten minutes to talk to the village chief…
And you forged sixty-eight hunting sabers and forty hunting forks?
Although I know you're not an ordinary person, isn't this too exaggerated?
It exceeded Peng Jiuyuan's understanding.
After a long while, Peng Jiuyuan came back to his senses, his eyes flickering. "Lord, are you a legendary forger?"
