The crowd seemed to have taken a blow. Despite still being very interested in what kind of divine weapon Beiting Huang had refined, they no longer pressed the issue incessantly. They were afraid of provoking another modest statement from him, which would truly leave them with no way to save face.
"Little Ninth, you've already accomplished something remarkable!" Lord Beiting Jing said earnestly. As Beiting Huang's elder brother, he felt honored by association.
"Little Ninth, since it's not any kind of weapon but rather an ornament for girls, Grandpa won't take a look!" Beiting Lin, a rough and tumble man, guffawed as he clapped Beiting Huang on the shoulder. As long as Beiting Huang could be happy, Beiting Lin was willing to do whatever was necessary for her.
