Chaotic Cloak Stuns the Blacksmith, Everyone Goes Numb-All That Dragon-Pattern Steel for This?

The best blacksmith shop in Nuoding City.

It stood on an old street in the south of the city.

The clang of hammering could be heard from far away.

It was a place where metal and flame intertwined.

When Tang Tian entered the blacksmith shop with Tang San and Xiao Wu.

A wave of heat washed over them.

The shop's owner was a burly middle-aged man named Shi San.

His skin was dark, his muscles knotted.

He was swinging a large iron hammer, pounding a red-hot iron billet.

Seeing three well-dressed children enter.

Shi San stopped his work.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

And asked in a gruff voice:

"What would you youngsters like to buy?"

"A knife? Or a toy sword? I don't sell candied hawthorn skewers here."

Tang San stepped forward and said politely:

"Sir, we'd like to borrow your forging bench and furnace."

"Borrow my forging bench?"

Shi San burst out laughing as though he had heard a joke:

"Kids, this isn't a place for playing house."

"The fire in that furnace could roast a person alive, and that hammer is bigger than your heads!"

"Hurry on home."

As a professional blacksmith with fifteen years of experience.

Shi San had his own pride.

Smithing demanded strength, but even more than that, it demanded skill!

What could a few tender-skinned children do?

Tang Tian wasted no words.

He walked straight to the forging bench.

He took a Gold Soul Coin from inside his clothes.

And placed it on the table beside him.

"If anything gets damaged, I'll pay its full price."

At the sight of that gleaming Gold Soul Coin.

Shi San's eyes went fixed for a moment.

The child before him was offering far too much!

That was as much as he earned in many