A moment later.
Mo Ye leads Jiang Yuan and the other two into the basement.
Then, he pushes open a stone wall.
Through the cracks in the stone wall, a multitude of treasures beam brilliant rays of light, with bright glares reflecting in Jiang Yuan's pupils.
Seeing this, Old Ma exclaims, "Indeed, the Mo's Ironworks with hundreds of years of history, actually houses so many divine weapons."
Mo Ye also responds proudly.
"These are our family's inherited treasures accidentally preserved over generations. Each and every one of these weapons can be called a true divine weapon — capable of cutting iron as if it were mud, and severing hair dispatched by breeze. Indeed, compared with the so-called Thousand-Forged Dragon Spring Sword, it's like fireflies competing with the bright moon..."
Gu Mo also nods in agreement.
Upon seeing the room full of divine weapons, a hint of eagerness flashes in his eyes.
