You're Wrong, I'm a Weapon Saint

Immediately, Di Jiu sensed countless scorching eyes on him. Even Xian Wuxun looked fervent. He knew very well what was going on. Everyone had come for the Supreme Glazed True Silver. What was their purpose for wanting the Supreme Glazed True Silver? Wasn't it to refine their armor?

Di Jiu, who could gift a half-supreme-grade flying vehicle, apparently knew a Weapon Saint or a top-notch Blacksmith Grandmaster. The most probable explanation was that Di Jiu was a Blacksmith Grandmaster himself. Otherwise, who would gift such a precious thing?

If he knew a Weapon Saint or Blacksmith Grandmaster, that would mean that the Supreme Glazed True Silver would be the most valuable thing in Di Jiu's possession.

If they did not want to show respect for the Xian Family's etiquette, many people would have already come over to Di Jiu's side to get to know him, as this meant that the Supreme Glazed True Silver could become the best armor.