"That's impossible! You can't possibly be the Exalted Blacksmith!" Lady Chen shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air. "I know! This sword must be a fake—it can't be the real Violet Dream!"
Desperately, she created an excuse, however absurd it may be. To her, it was still more reasonable than accepting the notion that Yuan could be the Exalted Blacksmith.
"You can believe whatever you want, but it won't change the fact that you're holding onto something that belongs to me," Yuan said as he beckoned for the weapon.
"Hand me the sword, and I will grant you a painless death. Refuse, and I will take it myself—along with your fingers, perhaps even your limbs," Yuan said as his aura surged violently.
Seeing this, the four of them tensed instantly, and Lady Chen quickly drew her Rod of Destruction.
Yuan glanced at the rod in her grasp and smiled. "Have you already forgotten? Your companion tried that on me once before, but here I am, still alive."
