Gu Shi Yi grinned and nodded,
"How much for this sword?"
The blacksmith chuckled and gestured with one finger,
"One hundred taels!"
"What?"
Gu Shi Yi glared,
"One hundred taels, why don't you just rob me?"
One hundred taels of Silver! You just touch your lips together and ask for it, one hundred taels of Silver is enough for me to catch who knows how many evil spirits!
That's risking my neck for it!
But the blacksmith wasn't offended and laughed,
"Forged with ninety-nine catties of fine iron, when Old Jia makes a product it's guaranteed to be of the finest quality. Just look at the blade!"
Gu Shi Yi resolutely put down the sword in her hand,
"I'll buy the cheap and heavy ones!"
Old Jia the blacksmith thought for a moment and pointed to a corner,
