"Lord Nie, you’re too kind. It was just a casual effort." Han Yan said nonchalantly. With such a calm deanor, he didn’t regard Nie Fangsheng as a ntor at all; treating him as an equal was already giving him face.
A petty person flaunting small achievents! Nie Fangsheng, hailed as Long Yan Academy’s foremost casting master, had never been slighted by a disciple like this before. A hint of anger arose in his heart as he cursed inwardly.
He forgot that Han Yan forged the Blood Gall Sword Shape Blood Gall Sword Bone through his own skills, without resorting to any petty tricks. In fact, he himself had acted like a petty person.
All around, the academy disciples looked at Nie Fangsheng with a hint of ridicule in their eyes. A ntor making things difficult for a disciple is already shaless enough. To be unsuccessful and publicly embarrassed is even more humiliating.
Noticing the ridicule in everyone’s eyes around him, Nie Fangsheng’s dark face felt like it was burning, as if he had been slapped in the face in public.
"Lord Nie, didn’t you say that if I could forge the Dragon Gall Sword-shaped Sword Bone, you would apologize to ?" Han Yan, of course, noticed Nie Fangsheng’s embarrassnt, but had no intention of letting him go so easily.
Lady Mu is not the type to be easily trampled on. Since the other party was bent on humiliating her, she would certainly give Nie Fangsheng a lesson in return.
"I wrongly blad you yesterday. I apologize." Nie Fangsheng almost ground his teeth to dust to squeeze out these words.
A dignified academy ntor being forced to apologize to a disciple was unprecedented in the history of Long Yan Academy. He could be said to be one of a kind, with none before and none after.
It’s not that a ntor cannot make mistakes, but even if they do, due to authority and face, no disciple would dare force a ntor to apologize. Even without ntioning respect and reverence for one’s teacher, one must be careful not to be unfairly treated.
Seeing Nie Fangsheng’s expression turn from black to purple with rage, resembling constipation, the surrounding academy disciples couldn’t help but reflect: Truly worthy of the title "Capital’s First Playboy," only soone like Han Yan could pull off sothing like this. It seems he should now be called Anyun Country’s First Playboy.
"Since you’ve already apologized, let’s let the matter rest," Han Yan said "magnanimously," waving a hand dismissively, entirely adopting the posture of an elder towards a junior.
Nie Fangsheng was so angry that he felt like his lungs were about to explode, wishing he could slap Han Yan to death.
But alas, it was he who had made the promise, so apologizing was naturally expected. He couldn’t find a reason to take action.
Most importantly, though he was a sword casting master, in terms of strength, he was on par with Han Yan. If it ca to a fight, it was uncertain who would kill whom.
So, although seething with anger, he could only swallow his pride and continue holding it in like being constipated.
"Hand it over!" Seeing that it was about ti, Han Yan stretched out a hand to Nie Fangsheng, thinking that the accumulated sultriness might just tip him over, and she had no intention of forcing two ntors into severe conditions just two days after entering the academy, which would certainly make her stay at Long Yan Academy difficult.
"What?" Nie Fangsheng was so mad that his mind wasn’t quite clear, looking at Han Yan in a daze, he buzzed.
"The Nie Family’s ancestral sword casting technique. Didn’t you say that as long as I pass the test, you would give it to ? I suppose this sword casting technique isn’t rely passed down orally but should also be recorded in writing?" Han Yan said.
Nie Fangsheng was dumbfounded. He had not expected such an outco at all!
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