"About 700 meters from here, there's a barbecue restaurant that serves Okinawan Ishigaki beef. What do you think?" After thanking the elderly couple, Zhang Heng turned to ask Han Lu.
"Sounds good." Han Lu said. She no longer paid any attention to the local guide standing beside them, completely petrified, and curiously asked Zhang Heng, "I didn't know you spoke Japanese. Is that the thing..."
"Oh, no. I learned it myself." Zhang Heng knew what Han Lu meant and explained.
"You know way too many things. Do you ever even need to sleep?"
"No, it's just that my day has forty-eight hours." Zhang Heng waved down a taxi, put the clothes and shoes they had bought into the trunk, then opened the rear door.
"Heh." Han Lu merely thought Zhang Heng was joking. Shaking her head, she got into the car.
Zhang Heng took the front passenger seat and told the driver where they were going. Just then, he received a WeChat message. He thought Fan Mei Nan had replied, but when he opened it, he found it was from Bartender Lady, containing only a photograph.
Judging by the location, it had probably been taken in the lounge of the bar.
There was no one in the photo, only a blade resting on a sword stand. Zhang Heng knew that, barring any surprises, this was the knife he had spent a large sum of money to have Bartender Lady find someone to reforge. Counting it up, six days had passed since his last dungeon ended, two more than the time Bartender Lady had originally given him.
Since the entire blade had been melted down and reforged, Zhang Heng had not insisted on retaining its original shape. The new blade more closely resembled a Heng Dao, one of the four types