Early the next morning, a small figure appeared on the streets of Nuoding City.
Though Nuoding City was nowhere near as prosperous as Spirit City, its streets still bustled with people. After asking around a few times, Qin Chao easily found Shi San's Blacksmith Shop.
Thanks to the author's utter lack of talent for naming characters, Qin Chao had remembered this minor supporting character's name with ease.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Before he even entered, the rhythmic ringing of hammer blows drifted out of the smithy.
There were plenty of blacksmith shops in Nuoding City, and Shi San's Blacksmith Shop was certainly not among the best. But what could he do? Tang San had just happened to choose this one.
Qin Chao straightened his standard Spirit Hall robe, making sure the gold-embroidered character for "spirit" remained clearly visible, then stepped through the smithy's doors...
"Little fellow, you..." A burly man spoke first when he saw Qin Chao enter. The instant he noticed Qin Chao's clothing, his tone abruptly turned respectful. "Young... sir, what would you like to buy?"
The bare-chested man bowed slightly. The muscles of the arm holding his large forging hammer were thick and powerful, making him look remarkably strong.
His booming voice carried clearly throughout the smithy. Hearing the respect in his words, the other blacksmiths stopped working and turned curious eyes toward the tiny child dressed in white.
"Hello, uncle. I do need a batch of tools, but my requirements for both quality and quantity are rather high, so I'd prefer to discuss them with the owner, Shi San..."
The man had treated him respectfully rather than looking down on him for being a child, so Qin Chao was naturally very polite in return.
At Qin Chao's words, the man scratched his head a little sheepishly and