In the room, the swordsmith, dressed in a plain gray robe, sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly meditating.
The room was simple, with many swordsmithing blueprints visible around, clearly showing the efforts he had put into his profession.
After entering, Liang Danian said, "Wan Ning, stop meditating. Someone needs a favor from you, to appraise a weapon."
The swordsmith slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the five people entering the room.
"Please bring the weapon over," he said.
He didn't say anything superfluous, getting straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan took down the bronze sword from his back.
Liang Danian, seeing him constantly wearing a veil, couldn't help but grow curious, just how mystique was this person's identity that he couldn't even reveal his true face?
Immediately after, Lu Chuan drew the bronze sword from its scabbard.
"Master, this is the weapon. Please take a good look at it," he said.
