Ye Qingtang arrived at a less crowded place in the black market after walking through the bustling streets. This area was full of forging workshops that sold weapons.
Among the forging workshops, there was a simple-looking stall that stood out. There was an old plaque hanging on top of the forging workshop. The word "bliss" was engraved on it.
Though it was the least eye-catching workshop on the street, there was a crowd of people outside the door. These people were dressed in expensive clothes and did not seem to be normal citizens.
"Du Sheng, please. Just sell me one sword." In the small stall, a man who was well-dressed was chatting with a young man around sixteen or seventeen.
The young man was handsome but dressed in normal clothes. However, the man who was asking for a sword was still begging him constantly.