Nie Qianyu, watching with rapt attention from the side, was laughing inside. She had personally witnessed Zhang Xiaohua scheming against Lu Meng and knew that Zhang Xiaohua dearly wanted to learn how to forge weapons. This little booklet from the Weapon Forging Gate was precisely bait cast to his liking—how could he not want it?
Tong Ba shook his head and said, "No. Setting aside the importance of this booklet, it is itself a prize that you ought to receive. It was only that I was like a frog at the bottom of a well, overestimating myself. I hope you will not take it to heart."
Zhang Xiaohua said with a cheerful smile, half-refusing and half-accepting, "You are too polite, too polite. Senior Brother Tong's divine strength is also astonishing. Did you not say just now that you had held the title of greatest strength for many years running?"
As he spoke, he reached out to take the booklet.
Yet when he exerted a little force, he discovered that Tong Ba had no intention whatsoever of letting go. Left with no choice, he strengthened his grip and said, "I greatly admire your sect's weapon-forging methods and wish to see just how these weapons are forged. I will certainly keep the secret and never reveal the contents of this booklet."
Zhang Xiaohua thought, I have already showered you with flattery and practically sworn an oath. Are you still not going to give it to me?
But when he pulled again—damn it—the man still would not let go. Zhang Xiaohua could only stare directly at Tong Ba and say with a smile, "I must still thank Senior Brother Tong for his guidance. If there is a chance, I would also like to exchange pointers in martial arts with Senior Brother Tong."
Well,