"Would you like to see the craftsmanship?" Qin Huai laughed and placed a newly-made short sword in front of Song Yinhe.
Song Yinhe took the short sword, turned it around, and waved it to test its sharpness.
"I've already prepared the things for you," he said, then got up and walked to his thatched house not far away.
Once inside, he pulled out a large wooden box and opened it, revealing a set of light armor.
"This is made from top-grade black iron stone. This is the work that this old man has put his best effort into, so you must treasure it!" Song Yinhe patted Qin Huai's shoulder.
Qin Huai put on the set of armor. It fit him perfectly, and there were also some unique grooves on it.
He furrowed his brows. "What are these grooves for?"
"You can put your poisoned dagger and poison inside them!"
Qin Huai suddenly understood. "Thank you, Master Song!"