The room stayed silent for a long time.
Master Han held the finished sword in his hands, staring at it as if he were looking at a weapon forged by a celestial craftsman. His muscles were still tense, but his eyes trembled slightly with a mix of disbelief and excitement.
Finally, the old blacksmith lifted his head and looked straight at Liam.
"Boy," he said slowly, "how many years have you been a blacksmith?"
Liam smiled lightly and replie, "This is the first time I've ever gotten close to an anvil."
Luo's jaw dropped when he heard this. Master Han froze in even greater shock.
No one taught him and this is the first time he has ever gotten close to an anvil? What level of monstrous talent is this? Master Han thought to him.
For a moment, the old blacksmith didn't breathe. He just stared, trying to understand if Liam was joking or testing him. His chest rose and fell slowly, and his fingers tightened around the sword.
He wanted to call it a lie. He wanted to say, "Impossible."
