"This Mysterious Iron of yours, might as well be called scrap iron since it's been watered down."
"..."
After Mingshu sincerely finished her sentence, the scene became extremely awkward for a moment.
Although his face was hidden behind a mask and his expression couldn't be seen, his heaving chest and slightly trembling hands revealed that he was probably having a spectacular reaction.
The masked man himself was indeed experiencing a complex mix of emotions.
Shock, anger, humiliation, and an inexplicable embarrassment overwhelmed him, leaving him momentarily unable to react as he should have.
He even couldn't help but doubt his life under Mingshu's sincerely suggested gaze, wondering if the Mysterious Iron was indeed fake and had he been fooled?
Otherwise, how could a delicate and weak woman manage to snap two pieces of thousand-year-old mysterious iron? Did she think it was tofu?!
Could she possibly have mastered the Great Strength Divine Skill?!
