Lord Mu looked at Zuo Ming in surprise. "Master Zuo, you seem to know something about it. Is this…"
Zuo Ming said humbly, "Well, my mischievous daughter insisted on asking Master Rong Yang to forge a weapon for her, but I never thought that she would actually succeed."
"So, the weapon belongs to your family!" said Lord Mu. "Your oldest daughter has returned?"
"No, it's not Qingluan." Stroking his beard, Zuo Ming chuckled. "It's Qingyu, my second daughter. She was so keen on having a weapon made by Master Rong Yang that she took my dragon scale gold, haha —"
Instantly, a lot of people looked enviously at Zuo Ming.
"Master Zuo, congratulations!"
"That's definitely the sign of a formidable weapon."
"The Zuo family has been receiving good news one after another!"
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Zuo Ming cupped his hands and acted very humbly. "You flatter me."
