"A fine blade!"
Bai Yuan clapped as he walked into the blacksmith's shop.
Tang Tie was the same as always, giving him the cold shoulder.
He acted as if he hadn't seen Bai Yuan, continuing to carefully wipe the weapon. If Bai Yuan hadn't been sure it was a blade, he might have thought Tang Tie was caressing his wife's cheek.
'Geniuses really do have their quirks.'
Bai Yuan cleared his throat. "I've come for my blade."
Tang Tie let out a soft sigh. He didn't respond to Bai Yuan right away. Instead, he wiped the blade one more time before slowly rising to his feet.
He poured a great deal of effort and care into every weapon he forged. To become a Weapon Casting Master, genuine passion was essential.
That's why he was always reluctant to part with them at this moment.
Tang Tie slowly handed the curved blade to Bai Yuan. "Please, give it a name."
This was a habit of his—he needed to know the name of every weapon he forged.
