"Master, stop your work for a moment; this customer here wants to place a custom order. Come take a look first,"
the woman beckoned to the shirtless man, asking him to come over.
The man glanced at Lin Caisang standing beside the woman, wiped the sweat from his face, dipped the iron sheet he was holding into a pool of water, and then placed it back into the smelting furnace before donning a simple garment and walking over.
"Miss, what would you like to forge?" he asked.
Lin Caisang reached into her small shoulder bag, took out the drawing she had prepared in her Golden Bead space, spread it out, and handed it to the man.
"This, you can take a look first. If it can't be made, I won't insist,"
"This..."
The man suddenly snatched the drawing from Lin Caisang's hand, took it into his, and examined it closely.
He slowly went through each sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at Lin Caisang while studying the drawings.
