Most of the stalls on the first floor belonged to poorly trained blacksmiths. Their owners claimed master blacksmiths would handle the work, but in reality, they handed it to apprentices for practice.
Qin Yuan had specifically asked for a grandmaster, leaving the stall owner no way to keep up his lie. He waved his hands repeatedly. "Sorry, sir, we don't have any grandmasters here. Why not try upstairs?"
Qin Yuan did not press him and turned to leave.
He had barely taken a few steps when he came face-to-face with a burly man.
The man wore coarse cloth clothes, and his hands were as hard as stone. Clearly, he had spent years working as a blacksmith.
"Most of the people running these stalls haven't mastered their craft. Whatever treasure you want forged, I, Siyu, can do it for you. As for my abilities, feel free to ask around," the man said.
Siyu was Lou Gao's disciple. With the advantage of knowing what lay ahead, how could Qin Yuan not recognize him?
Wasn't this like someone bringing me a pillow just as I was getting sleepy?
"Master Siyu, lowly blacksmiths like us need to make a living too. Couldn't you show us a little consideration?" the stall owner asked, rubbing his hands with a fawning expression.
Siyu glanced at him and snorted. "If your skills aren't good enough, work on improving them. Don't go around swindling people!"
Despite his words, he did not pursue the matter, much less expose the man in public.
"So you're Master Siyu. I've long admired your reputation." Qin Yuan cupped his fist in greeting.
"This isn't a good place to talk. Please come with me," Siyu said.
As a Blacksmith Grandmaster and Lou Gao's disciple, Siyu held a considerable position in the Blacksmith Association. Ordinarily, whether