The remaining four... were indeed nothing more than stones. Beautiful, polished, carefully treated, but lacking the essence of true metals.
A murmur swept across the entire square. Voices rose like a wave, carrying surprise and admiration.
"He got every one right..."
"He barely even examined them." An older blacksmith said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"He only looked at them for a few seconds and already knew."
"How did he do it?" An apprentice asked, his eyes wide.
"I trained for months, and I still confuse some metals."
Sun Luguo let out a soft chuckle. It was a low, gravelly sound, coming from deep within his chest.
"Your eyesight is excellent."
Then he looked directly at Kyrian, his dark eyes shining with renewed interest.
"But eyesight alone isn't enough." He raised one finger, emphasizing his point.
"You memorized enough details to distinguish them in just a few seconds. That shows your memory is sharp and your observational skills are remarkable."
