About a quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man finished tempering the molten tool. After quenching, he wiped the sweat off his face with a sweat towel, then turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ruan Shu looked at his face.
In the light, he appeared valiant, with thick stubble covering the entire side of his face and chin. Heavy bags under his eyes perhaps indicated his fatigue, and his slightly sunken eye sockets made his nose and brow bone particularly prominent, giving his whole face an extraordinary three-dimensional appearance. His eyes were as deep as the moonless night sky.
"Great Venerable." Ruan Shu started to speak but was interrupted.
The man shook his head and said, "I'm just a blacksmith now. There's no need for such titles."
