Looking at the person speaking to him, Chen Lan was momentarily stunned.
Was it the little beggar who had been crouching at the doorstep?
It sounded like a girl, but when did she come over? He hadn't even noticed.
"Little brother, you actually managed to draw this sharp sword. What's your name?" The blacksmith asked excitedly.
Hearing this, Chen Lan was even more confused. The blacksmith's reaction seemed as if he couldn't see the person in the black robe. It was unsettling.
"You... don't you see her?" Chen Lan pointed at the person in the black robe and asked the blacksmith in confusion.
Now it was the blacksmith's turn to be puzzled. He followed Chen Lan's finger but saw nothing. There was no one there but him and Chen Lan.
"Who? Isn't it just you and me?" The blacksmith scratched his head in confusion.
Chen Lan remained silent, looking at the person in the black robe, lost in thought.
"By the way, you still haven't answered my question."
