"Are these the two new disciples you took in?" The visitor turned and asked, looking at the two approaching figures.
"This little girl is. As for the other one, he's a beggar." Lang Beiwei had truly taken double standards to the extreme. He looked at Noe as though she were his own granddaughter, while he regarded Han Zhiqi with utter disdain.
"Come here, little Noe."
Lang Beiwei beckoned to Noe, completely ignoring Han Zhiqi, who was walking ahead.
Of course, Han Zhiqi could not be bothered with him either. He glanced at the masked old man and met a pair of sharp eyes, but did not slow down as he headed straight into the little wooden cabin.
"This is my newly accepted disciple—Kanroji Noe, little Noe. Noe, this is Swordsmith Village's swordsmith, Gang Tiexiong. Your Nichirin Blades were forged entirely by him. He came to White Dragon Mountain specifically to deliver them to you." Lang Beiwei warmly introduced them.
"Hello, Grandpa Xiong." Noe politely bowed in greeting.
"Hello." Gang Tiexiong responded kindly.
"Since Gyomei, how many years has it been since you last took on disciples? Why did you suddenly get the urge again? I heard that one of the current Nine Hashira is also named Kanroji. Could it be...?"
"Grandpa Xiong, Kanroji Mitsuri is my older sister."
"Hehe, no wonder. I heard the Love Hashira possesses a unique physique—her muscle density can instantly reach eight times that of an ordinary person. This old man has found a treasure this time."
Hearing Gang Tiexiong's hearty laughter, Noe revealed a shy smile.
"Come, little girl. Try the Nichirin Blade I forged for you. The information the Demon Slayer Corps initially sent said to forge a flexible blade like the Love Hashira's. I was puzzled at first. I thought, could the Love