Master Han stood frozen as Liam's casual tone still echoed in his ears.
"Well, the weapon came out nicely."
Nicely?! He stared at the gleaming spear in Liam's hand and he felt his knees weaken again.
Nicely…? That wasn't a "nice" weapon.
Master Han knew that the spear was at least a mid-grade Earth Rank weapon. Possibly high grade.
And only a Rank 2 blacksmith could forge an Earth Rank. But a mid-grade Earth Rank? That was already brushing the boundary of Rank 3. A level even major cities rarely had. A level that large clans competed for.
Yet this boy… This boy who said yesterday was his FIRST TIME touching a hammer… had forged it like it was nothing.
Master Han felt something inside him crack. Like an invisible barrier shattered in his heart as awe swallowed him whole.
He lowered his head, exhaled deeply, and forced himself not to overthink it. If he kept chasing the "how," he would go insane. Some things were simply not meant to be understood.
