"I know, I'm not going home either," Feng Jiu said with a smile. "I still have things to do elsewhere. Besides, if you come with me and cook while I'm busy, I can ask Grandmaster Iron to forge a kitchen knife and a large bone-cutting knife just for you. How does that sound?"
"Grand, Grandmaster Iron?!!!!" Song Mi'er's eyes widened in stunned disbelief. "Sister Feng, are you talking about the top armament master, Grandmaster Iron?"
"Yes, that's him." Feng Jiu nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. She was well aware that in the territory of one of the Four Great Emperors, there resided a powerful armament master known for his unyielding nature and volatile temper. Few were fortunate enough to obtain a weapon forged by his hand.
"But... his weapons are incredibly hard to come by. Even my father couldn't get a knife from him back then. How could he possibly..." It wasn't that she didn't want to believe it, but the possibility seemed incredibly remote.
