"I was told, the secret of the young master is that he is a special spiritual blacksmith capable of creating these flying swords. To see that you really created so many of them, I fear we may not have sufficient funds to purchase them. Might you be willing to sell them at the auction?" the Clan Leader asked, his heart aching. Though he truly wished to own these flying swords, he could not pay too high a price for so many. Upon hearing his words, Yan Xiaobao merely shook his head.
"Ma Kong is my good friend; I am gifting these to him. If you truly wish for me to be paid, then I am happy to accept some herbal medicines. Not rare ones, but those used by apprentice Alchemists." Yan Xiaobao laughed aloud, the Clan Leader's eyes grew increasingly bright. "Herbal medicine, you say? I will prepare them immediately."
