No, even kids wouldn't play with such a tiny black knife. Simply put, it was a piece of junk.
"Unfortunately, the material you've got here isn't good, so we couldn't forge a decent knife." Mo Huasong said, shaking his head reluctantly.
"What? You dare mock my materials?" The blacksmith jumped as if someone had stepped on his tail. "Lad, I'm telling you, my knives are the best in the whole street. Even those from other districts come to my place to buy knives."
After that, the blacksmith scornfully looked at the little black knife that Mo Huasong had made and sneered, "Don't mean to brag, but your tiny knife would shatter into pieces the moment it clashes against mine."
The blacksmith took out a shiny white kitchen knife from a knife box next to him. Despite his arrogance, he was a decent craftsman, the knife was sharp and could probably sell for over a hundred bucks.
"You truly want to compare my little black knife with yours?" Mo Huasong asked, looking back at the blacksmith.
