After Zi Jiao's voice echoed through the messy little room, no sign of life was seen. But some time later, the door on the other side of the room was opened and a balding old man with a long beard appeared, he was surprised when he saw that there was someone in his room.
"What are you looking for?" The old man's voice was rather husky.
"I'm looking for a person named Smith," Zi Jiao replied in a hoarse voice.
"I know you're looking for Smith, otherwise you would not be here. My question is why you're looking for me. "Old Smith was not looking at Zi Jiao and every word had a tone of indifference.
"I need you to forge a weapon for me"
"Forge a weapon? Why do you think I'll forge a weapon for you? "
"Are not you a blacksmith?"
"Yes, I am a blacksmith, but I am not obliged to forge a weapon for others"
"What do you want in return to forge my weapon?"