Zuo Xiaoduo gestured with his hands, outlining the sword he had in mind.
Blacksmith Wu lowered the hammer in his hand dejectedly, unable to resist rubbing his face with his huge, fan-sized hands.
And he called these modest requirements?!
A sword, three feet long, of a standard design, as light as possible, no more than a pound-the lighter the better. Ideally, it should be forged as thin as paper, while remaining sturdy and sharp, and it must not break under any circumstances...
Just listen to that. Was that something a human being would say?
I wanted a sword like that myself!
Who would forge one for me?!
You might as well say: forge me a sword as tall as a building, but make sure it weighs no more than a pound!
"Boss Zuo..." Blacksmith Wu looked at Zuo Changlu with aggrieved eyes. "I really can't do this job. How about looking around for another expert?!"
Not only could I not do it, I'd never felt so aggrieved in my life!
You fucking dragged me all the way here just so your son and daughter could make a fool of me, didn't you?
Zuo Changlu nearly burst out laughing!
It really was rare to see Blacksmith Wu driven into a corner by a customer's demands.
"Don't go too far!" Zuo Changlu looked sternly at Zuo Xiaoduo. "Your requirements aren't realistic. Change them!"
Looking thoroughly wronged, Zuo Xiaoduo said to Zuo Changlu, "Dad, didn't you say Master Wu was a Super-First-Rate craftsman? My requirements are so simple."
Zuo Changlu glared at him. "Nonsense. Think about your basic requirements yourself. A three-foot sword weighing no more than a pound? Your weapon and Xiao Nian's are both based on Thousand Illusions Gold. That stuff is incredibly dense. No matter how thin and light he