"Old man, let's advertise this knife. Go bring some village people and say that a masterpiece has been created. They are invited to visit," Ethan said.
The old man's name was Harold.
He stayed silent for a moment, rubbing his chin as if weighing something heavy.
"It might bring a lot of trouble, kid. Are you ready for that?" Harold asked, his brows knitting together.
"Don't worry about that. Just go and bring people."
Harold let out a slow breath and went out. He had grown up in this town. Everyone knew him. Bringing a few curious faces would not be difficult.
Ethan remained inside the dim shop, fingers lightly brushing the spine of the knife. His mind was already moving ahead.
From here, he would have to build influence. He would need subordinates. Many of them. He could not use energy, cultivation, or any supernatural advantage. Only raw physical strength and mental domain.
Searching the entire world without teleportation would be troublesome.
Fine.
