As he received the dagger, Sang Pu’s calm composure gave way to an overwhelming stream of emotions. He flipped the dagger this way and that, studying it closely like a priceless treasure. Sang Ling was also staring intently at the dagger in Sang Pu’s hands.
"It’s only a dagger, do they need to be so excited?" Ye Chong thought to himself, vexed.
Seeing Ye Chong’s confusion, the village head explained, "Hehe, Ye, please forgive us, it’s their first time seeing a metal weapon. Pu, let me have a look."
Sang Pu quickly passed the dagger to the village head.
"What fine craftsmanship!" Sang De exclaimed, "It’s sharp, tougher and stronger than bitterwood. Pu, get me a bitterwood pike here."
Sang Pu went to a corner of the house, where a few of the pikes Ye Chong had seen earlier leaned against the wall. Sang Pu took two of them, and upon noticing Ye Chong’s curiosity, passed one to Ye Chong with a smile.
