"Not as good as yours?" Zhuo Yuanbai sneered with a smug expression on his face. He held utmost confidence in his swordsmithing abilities, believing that his forged sword would undoubtedly surpass any made of black iron.
However…
Since Gu Chaoyan had expressed her willingness to compete, he saw an opportunity to play a little trick on her. He decided not to reveal the truth about his sword's quality just yet.
"Listen well, Gu Chaoyan," Zhuo Yuanbai declared, his voice laced with arrogance. "If the sword I, Zhuo Yuanbai, forge turns out to be inferior to yours, then I shall offer myself at your disposal for ten days. But if the sword you forge cannot match the superiority of mine, you shall serve me for ten days instead!" He was determined to make her suffer and reclaim the dignity that the Zhuo Family had lost.
That was such a condition.
Gu Chaoyan did not like it.
He coud be working for her for 10 days, what was he capable of anyway?
