Su Yi spent three tier-one spirit stones to rent a forge at the workshop.

The workshop’s boss was rather confused. Normally, customers came to hire the workshop’s grandmaster smiths to forge their weapons for them, but this youth was rather strange. He wanted to forge his sword himself!

Furthermore, he spent a fortune purchasing expensive auxiliary materials.

But then, if a customer was happy to spend his money, the proprietor naturally saw no reason to refuse him.

Huang Qianjun, meanwhile, waited in the reception area of the workshop.

This weapons workshop was rather famous. Even at night, there was no shortage of lavishly-dressed customers. Practically all of them were martial artists.

Time slipped by.

Before long, two hours had passed.

Huang Qianjun was idling around when he saw a familiar figure. It was a good-looking young man in ornate robes. He looked suave, and he had a whole flock of attendants trailing after him. 

It was obvious at a glance that his background was extraordinary. When the master of the workshop saw him, he bowed low at the waist and smiled toadyishly. 

“Cousin Qin Feng!” Huang Qianjun lit up with...