When Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan arrived at the Porcelain House, the crowd of orcs instantly parted, paving a small path for them. This enabled the two to successfully reach the stone where yesterday's forging had taken place.
The old beastman sitting on the stone was holding a piece of beast skin, meticulously cleaning an iron knife the length of Ji Nuan's arm. Although the knife appeared crude, the orcs still fixed their glowing eyes on it with pure desire. After all, they had witnessed the incredible power of iron the day before.
Ji Nuan too was excitedly observing the knife. "It was really made," he murmured in disbelief.
The old beastman stood up and handed the iron knife to Ji Nuan. "Shaman," he suggested, "You should be the first to try it."
As Ji Nuan accepted the knife from the old beastman, the weight unexpectedly caused his arms to slacken. He laughed awkwardly, "I think I should find an orc to help me. I might not be able to swing it."
The old beastman nodded in agreement.
