Sun Luguo picked up the small blade.
He examined it from both sides, slowly turning it so the light struck it from different angles.
He ran his finger across its surface, feeling every imperfection, every tiny irregularity.
Then he closed his eyes for a few seconds. His thumb traced along the blade's edge, evaluating its thickness. His mind recorded every detail.
The entire square waited for his answer.
Countless thoughts arose in Sun Luguo's mind.
'He's telling the truth.'
'He has never forged before.'
It was impossible to deceive him. He had observed every movement Kyrian made from the very first moment, and every detail confirmed the young man's inexperience.
All the small mistakes. The slight hesitations.
The way he held the hammer was too close to the head, reducing the reach of each strike.
The way he positioned the tongs was slightly crooked, making the metal harder to control.
