The So-Called Master

"Magic Weapon, Common Grade, Rank Two."

The triangular-eyed man appraised the sword and read out the result.

There was an uproar in the surroundings. Someone said with an envious look, "It's a Rank Two! Yan Shan that b*stard has made a fortune."

"Right? Master Wu is doing well today. He succeeded on his first try. He earned 8 sets of materials just like that."

"What's the use of being envious? Master Wu is the chief blacksmith of the 10,000 Treasures Pavilion. Who can compare to his status? With 50% of his ability, earning spirit coins is no different from drinking water."

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing leather armor walked out from the crowd. With a joyful expression on his face, he came to the side of the triangular-eyed man and bowed respectfully.

"Master Wu, you've worked hard. Here are the other 8 sets of materials."