To any blacksmith, the greatest praise was the forged weapon receiving the affirmation of its user.
Chu Qinglin naturally felt the same way. He gave a scornful snort and said, "Of course! Don't you know who made this weapon? Back in the capital, many powerful families begged me to forge weapons, but I refused. You should consider yourself lucky."
Lu Yu hurriedly replied, "Of course. Uncle Qinglin's forging skills are astonishing beyond words in my eyes."
"Cut the crap. You didn't even see the steps I took when I refined the weapon."
Chu Qinglin glanced at him and his demeanor suddenly became solemn. He warned, "Rascal, let me remind you again. The power behind Yan Hong is not something you can provoke at the moment. Even our Chu family is very wary of him."
Chu Shiyu had warned him once, and Chu Qinglin had warned him twice. Lu Yu was even more curious about the background of the power backing Yan Hong.
