"What number is this?" Xiao Feng asked.
Facing him, Tiebushan glanced at the three pages of paper next to him and grimaced, "The forty-ninth."
"Oh." Xiao Feng nodded, "Let me add one more, to make it an even number."
"Don't say it." Tiebushan stopped him, "To be honest, your ideas are quite unique, and some are indeed worth trying.
However, trying to integrate so many conditions into one weapon, I can tell you clearly, it's unrealistic."
"For ordinary casting masters maybe, but who are you? You're a master, surely there's a way, there must be a way." Xiao Feng flattered.
Now every time Tiebushan heard the word "master," it was like a headache at the back of his head, all because of those two words.
"Out of the fifty conditions I've proposed, how many do you think can be met?" Xiao Feng asked seriously.
