64 Divine Weapon Spirit, Forget It (1)

The next day.

Edge Sharpening Manor.

In a room in the backyard.

Han Zhao sat in an armchair and drank tea.

"Creak!"

At this moment, Zhu Kangsheng pushed the door open and entered.

"Brother Han."

"Manor Master Zhu, please sit." Han Zhao nodded and gestured for Zhu Kangsheng to take a seat.

Zhu Kangsheng sat opposite Han Zhao and asked curiously, "Brother Han, are you here to forge sabers? You even said that you have any other weapon requirements?"

Ever since the two of them made an agreement, other than maintaining and reforging weapons, Han Zhao rarely came to look for him. Moreover, when he usually looked for him, he would only find someone to inform him. After meeting him, he would briefly explain his intentions. He would not specially come to his room like today.

"Manor Master Zhu, I want to know if you have any other requirements for reforging weapons other than 30 catties of black gold?" Han Zhao asked.