Chapter: 482

Hong Yushin was confident that he would be able to find the old artisan in no time.

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A few months ago, the bloodbath brought about many changes in Chengdu.

One of them is that many houses and shops have changed owners. Some people had sold their houses because they could not handle the shock of turning into a mob and looting while the others left the city in despair over their collapsed businesses.in despair over the collapsed shops.

Their reasons were diverse.

As such, many stores have welcomed new owners. An example would be a store on the street south of Chengdu. To be precise, it was a workshop, not a store.

The old craftsman, who was the original owner of the workshop, was so shocked by the bloodshed happening in front of his eyes that he ended up selling his workshop. He wanted to live in peace for the rest of his life.

The new owner that took over his workshop was a young craftsman.�

The young craftsman melted into the place where the old craftsman�s hands had been stained. As if this place had belonged to him from the beginning.

The young craftsman was immersed in his final work.

Kangkang!

The red-hot iron was changing shape every time he struck the hammer.

The iron that has been beaten for a long time was then placed in water to cool it, then put it back in the brazier to heat it up, and then beat it again�

The young craftsman repeated such tedious work countless times.

A small dagger was made that way.

The young craftsman, who had been appreciating his work for a while, began to carefully sharpen his blade.

Seukseuk!

Each time the dagger passed over the whetstone, the blade was sharpened.

The young craftsman put a lot of effort into setting up the blade of the sword.

�Hu�!�

After setting the blade until he was satisfied, the young craftsman got up. After squatting for a long time, his whole body was stiff and aching. Still, the young craftsman did show a tired or painful expression.

It was his first time having a space of his own.

No matter how hard the work was, it did not feel difficult at all here.

The young craftsman placed the newly made dagger on the workbench. On the workbench were piled up daggers that had already been made.

Including the new ones, there were ten in all.

He put all the daggers in his leather pocket and left the workshop.

He locked the door of the workshop and looked at the entrance for a long time.

It had a shabby exterior without even a signboard, but to him, it looked more beautiful than any splendid engraving.

The young craftsman checked the lock once more and moved on.

He left Chengdu and walked for a long time. JrNovels.com