In the grip of Han Guang's calloused hand, the object's weight nestled with surprising gravity. A raised brow, laden with amazement, punctuated his words. "Is it truly this weighty?"
Liu Yong, the benefactor of this metallic marvel, met Han Guang's astonishment with an understanding smile. "The density of this black alloy registers at a staggering 12.5, a mere fraction of the conventional alloys."
Han Guang's nod conveyed a silent acknowledgment, yet his heart surged with an inexplicable vigor. In his hand, the metal seemed more akin to a bar of solid gold, rather than a mere alloy.
After a prolonged appraisal, gratitude couldn't be withheld any longer. "Brother Yong, your generosity leaves me indebted. I'll hasten back to my workshop and set to work fashioning blades with this extraordinary material."