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... s if stirred by the inferno itself. Young Master Wei stood near the smelting oven with poise and swagger, this was an opportunity to make the most out of this mortal master.
"I need a piercing rod. Thin—no thicker than a crow’s quill, but it must be strong enough to punch through lacquered stone and tempered shell alike." His tone was quiet, yet the request rang with clarity, each word weighted by necessity rather than vanity. "This weapon must be durable enough to behave as both a javel ...
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