"Now that I've explained, surely you understand?"
As he spoke, Yan Jian straightened his posture abruptly, tilting his nose to the sky with a hint of arrogance—the very picture of a top-tier expert of the Martial Dao.
'This guy beat around the bush forever just to show off his strength to me,' Chen Cheng thought. 'And he even equates himself with a Great Success Martial Artist of the Muscle Strengthening Realm. How shallow.'
A character like him probably couldn't withstand a single one of Chen Cheng's claw strikes. Naturally, Chen Cheng paid no mind to his smugness and asked, "Don't tell me this Treasure Sword is from the Zhou Family's Blacksmith Shop?"
"That's right." Yan Jian nodded proudly, then lowered his voice. "I've heard the Zhou Family sells quite a few of these weapons on the Black Market every month. Just think about it, how much precious metal would that require? You can imagine the extent of the Zhou Family's wealth!"
