When Yin Le finished eating a bag of pumpkin candies, they arrived at Lower River Village.
The blacksmith was forging hoes for the villagers. Seeing Qin Yao arrive, he pointed to the door of the cottage and resumed his work with bowed head.
Carrying a bit of anticipation, Qin Yao walked to the door. The iron rod she had custom-ordered stood conspicuously among a heap of farm tools, its dark silver sheen exuding a chill. In this hot season, it felt as refreshing as drinking a mouthful of cold water, bringing comfort to her whole body.
Qin Yao reached out and picked up the long rod. The heavy feel in her hands was exactly to her liking. Having not used such a heavy weapon for a long time, she found it slightly cumbersome at first, making her wrist slightly sore.
Weighing the rod, Qin Yao gradually adapted to its weight. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she felt. In high spirits, she waved away her apprentice Yin Le, and started swinging it right then and there.
