Hearing Su Mo's words, Steward Chai narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Young man, do you think that I have a good temper and can be manipulated as you wish?"
Steward Chai was feeling really angry inside. He did not believe Su Mo was an Imperial Craftsman and Su Mo's actions now confirmed his suspicion.
He originally had a faint hope—perhaps Su Mo was truly a once-in-a-millennium craftsmanship talent but it seemed that he had thought too much.
"I dare not. Everything I say is true! Please give me a chance!" Su Mo immediately shook his head and said sincerely.
Steward Chai thought silently for a while and coldly said, "I'll give you a chance right now. If you can't seize it, don't blame me for being heartless!"
"Please speak!" Su Mo spoke quickly as his heart trembled. He could only forge ahead.
"Tell me, what kind of Imperial weapons can you forge?" Steward Chai asked.