Fan Yezi yielded.
It was not because the food was truly fragrant, but because of the weapons.
As a grandmaster in forging, he could tell that the Cold Edge Sword and Cold Light Sword were utterly flawless in craftsmanship. Even if he had forged them himself, he might not have reached such a level!
An expert!
An absolute expert!
Yet this was only two-tenths of the secret manual left behind by Gan Jiang and Mo Ye!
Fan Yezi was completely stunned, completely talked into submission!
If he learned the secret manual of that husband-and-wife pair, his forging skills would surely undergo a qualitative leap!
Though Fan Yezi was acclaimed as the greatest Master Craftsman of the age, he had never believed he had reached the pinnacle of the forging path. He had always carried the heart of an apprentice.
In truth, Gousheng had brought out rather too many weapons.
With only the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword and a little persuasive talk, he could have made Master Fan surrender without resistance.
So having backbone was not frightening. What was frightening was being prescribed the right medicine for the ailment!
Creak!
The cell door opened, and warm sunlight poured in.
Under the watchful eyes of Dai Lü, Zhao Doudou, and Young Master Yuan, Fan Yezi was the first to leave the cell. He had also entered last, and was the fastest person to be released.
"Gentlemen."
He stopped before the cell door and said, "Being cellmates is a kind of fate. Let us meet again in the martial world someday!"
"..."
Anger flickered in Dai Lü's eyes.
I don't have a spineless cellmate like you! Goodbye—and may we never meet again!
Zhao Doudou, meanwhile, wore a look of envy. He secretly thought that if Sect Master Jun recruited him so proactively, he