"I heard that Brother Han Yan has extraordinary talent, not only with profound cultivation but also mastering the art of sword forging. I specially came to see it for myself," Mu Chengyang said mockingly.
"You've seen it now, you can leave," Han Yan said coldly.
"Why the rush, Brother Han Yan? Are you afraid I might learn your skills?" Mu Chengyang chuckled, looking at the metal strip barely resembling a sword in Zirong's hand, and feigned surprise, saying, "A good sword, truly a good sword. It's the first time I've seen such a unique design for a longsword. Brother Han Yan's talent is indeed extraordinary. Such a Supreme Treasure Sword, only you could forge it, hahahaha."
"You're right; such a treasure sword can indeed only be forged by me," Han Yan, recognizing the mockery in his words, replied calmly.
