"If it's inconvenient for Master Luo, I can have Shopkeeper Liu forge it for me instead."
"Are you in a hurry for it?" Luo Yunzhi mused for a moment before saying, "It's best if my father forges a Top Grade Inner Armor. Otherwise, if he sobers up and finds out that Shopkeeper Liu wasted such a valuable material, he'll be furious.
Of course, I'm not saying Shopkeeper Liu's forging skills are poor, but he's always been a bit less seasoned than my father.
How about this: wait a little longer, and I'll go hurry my father along. I'll drag him over here even if he's drunk."
With that, Luo Yunzhi hurried off again.
About the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Luo Yunzhi returned, dragging in a sturdy old man who looked to be in his late fifties, with graying hair and a beard.
He wore coarse clothes, his face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. His large eyes were bleary and slanted as he staggered along, seemingly half-drunk and half-sober.
