High-scale negotiation
Suddenly a dark-blue anvil appeared out of nowhere, and landed on the ground, almost creating cracks in the ground due to the immense weight it possessed. The anvil was large enough to reach Jason´s waist and radiated a calm and tranquil mana.
Luckily, they had been within a forging room which was equipped to hold out some weight, otherwise, Jason would have never taken out the heavy anvil again.
He had already destroyed the entrance hall´s floor which made him uncomfortable.
Cheng had been carefully inspecting the stone weapons with runes, when he turned around in shock at the sound of the loud crash, he immediately knew that it was something extremely valuable.
But when his eyes fell upon the anvil, his breath hitched and he slowly staggered towards the anvil, apparently dumbstruck as sweat beads appeared on his forehead.