"Brother, this saber weighs a full eighty jin!" the burly man said, smacking his lips.
"I can swing it well enough, but if it's used in a real fight, it would hinder my footwork and speed too much. And you actually think it's too light?"
His voice was not loud, yet in the quiet inner room, everyone else heard him clearly.
Once again, they turned astonished looks toward Fang Yuan, the seemingly lean young man.
An eighty-jin saber was still too light? What kind of monster was this kid?
Did this kid truly possess terrifying brute strength, or was he simply talking big?
Fang Yuan offered no explanation. He merely looked calmly at Shopkeeper Li. "Shopkeeper, do you have anything heavier? Over a hundred jin, and made of a material that can withstand powerful chops without easily chipping or curling."
Shopkeeper Li's eyes flashed as he heard this, and the smile on his face grew far warmer. "Yes! Of course! Sir, you truly have a discerning eye and remarkable strength! This shop does indeed have a treasure kept at the bottom of the chest, but the price..."
Before he could finish, the curtain over the inner room's entrance was lifted again, and two more people walked in.
Seeing them, Shopkeeper Li smiled even more broadly and clapped his hands. "Good, everyone's here! Gentlemen, feast your eyes!"
Two burly men struggled to carry in a long, narrow rosewood box and carefully placed it atop the table in the center of the room.
Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to it. Even the bearded burly man temporarily forgot Fang Yuan's monstrous strength and stared fixedly at the wooden box.
The moment the brocade box opened, a chilling coldness mingled with the keen aura of metal spread through the room.
Resting silently atop its