You Got a New Blade. What Happened to the Old One?

“Hey, you got a new blade? What happened to the old one?”

“Turned it in for recycling at the Lin Family Forge! They gave me two qian of silver for a busted blade. You’d be a fool to pass up a bargain!”

“Brother, could you help me slash a price? Oh, no, not slash me! I mean go to Lin’s Shop and haggle for me. I only need one last slash before I can get Lin’s fine goods for free!”

“Hero, your inner power seems weak, like you’re suffering from kidney deficiency. Why not try our shop’s new ‘Inner Power Power Bank’? Keep fighting for another quarter hour even after your strength runs out. A must-have for emergencies in the martial world!”

“Lin’s Lottery: risk a little for a chance at a lot! For just one wen, you could take home a top-grade treasured weapon!”

“Afraid to spar because your divine weapon might end up as scrap metal? Lin’s Shop solemnly promises: all weapons sold here come with a ‘six-month warranty.’ No coverage for deliberate damage or damage caused by personal negligence.”

“Ding! Today’s earnings have been tallied. Your accumulated wealth value is over 200,000. Keep up the good work, Host~”

“Master…” The steward clung to the doorframe, his voice trembling. “That old man who won the ‘Apprenticeship Under a Martial Grandmaster’ prize has been sleeping on the ground outside our door for three months. He says he won’t leave until he claims his prize, but the deadline is tomorrow. What should we do?”

Hearing this, Lin He sighed as he gazed at the sky. “For a businessman, trust is everything. If we ruin the bank’s reputation, who will do business with us in the future?”

“But where are we supposed to find a grandmaster to hand over the prize?!”

Lin He smiled faintly.

“Why do you think I set the prize-claiming date three months later?”

As he spoke, he stopped concealing his aura. His inner power was as deep as an abyss.

He was, without a doubt,

a supreme grandmaster,

looking down upon all under heaven!