While Duan Jang was familiarizing himself with his new workshop, Zee Whang moved a large cart into the room.
"What are these?" Duan Jang peeked into the cart. It was filled with broken weapons.
"These are the broken weapons I picked up, which this man cannot repair," Amon answered while pointing at Zee Whang. The weapons were from the ancient battleground inside the misty border. Zee Whang had repaired half of them. The rest here were the remaining half.
"Tch! Do you have to phrase it that way?" Zee Whang complained.
"It's the truth, and it carries the information I want to convey. How else should I phrase it?"
"Whatever. I suspect these weapons' grades used to be divine level. I don't have the materials to repair them, so I left them to the side."
