"You're choosing this one?"
Seeing that Zhao Lin had chosen a hunting knife, Zhengtu asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"That's right. But I'd like to make a few small modifications."
Zhao Lin picked up the hunting knife, turned it over in his hands a few times, and looked up at Zhengtu.
"Haha, modifications!"
Upon hearing this, Zhengtu's mouth split into a grin that reached his ears, and he snorted two jets of hot air from his nostrils.
"The standard designs for magical treasures have evolved through countless battles. They have long been honed to perfection—add a bit, and they're too fat; take a bit away, and they're too thin."
"I've been forging magical treasures for many years and would never dare to alter them recklessly. I didn't expect you, young friend Zhao, to have the fearlessness of youth—daring to change it the moment you got your hands on it!"
