Hearing An Yang's refutation, An Niu wanted to say more, but in the end, after opening his mouth, he didn't make a sound. Indeed, although he was a better and more experienced smith compared to An Yang when it came to crafting swords that were not swords, he truly didn't have all that knowledge, so if An Yang said that he made a mistake, knowing his nephew's personality, it was most likely he really made a mistake.
With a conflicted expression on his face, An Niu gaped like a fish for a while before letting out a sigh and lowering his head in defeat.
On the side, An Yang continued examining the broom for a while before frowning, taking out a tool, and running it down the side. Wrinkling his brows, An Yang thought for a moment before taking out a beast skin and writing down some notes. Looking up at Di Tou An Yang said, "I'll take this with me today, I'll return it to you tomorrow."
Letting out a nod, Di Tou said, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
