"Could it be that the Wu family was brought down by the Fang family?"

Li Xiwen's disciples gathered together, whispering amongst themselves.

At this moment, they had completely acknowledged Fang Han's astonishing skill in weapon crafting.

However, Li Xiwen remained silent, his heart filled with agonizing torment.

He is in his sixties and has been immersed in the path of weapon forging for nearly fifty years.

Although he couldn't compare to Wu Haomiao, an eighty-year-old weapon-refining senior, he could accept it calmly.

But now, he has actually been defeated by Fang Han, a young man who was recently regarded as a fool and a good-for-nothing by everyone. This has dealt an unprecedented blow to his self-esteem, and he can't get over this hurdle in his heart no matter what.

"Old Li, you're a veteran weapon refiner too. What level do you think this sword I just forged is?"

Fang Han took two steps forward and asked Li Xiwen.

Li Xiwen remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He casually tossed the broken sword in his hand to the ground, then took the longsword forged by Fang Han from his apprentice Shi Enzuo.

He gently gripped the hilt, feeling the perfect weight of the longsword. A chill ran through him. He examined it closely and found the blade's texture to be delicate and exquisite, with every detail being perfect.

"If I can forge a sword like this in my lifetime, then I can be considered a true weapon refiner."

A voice inside Li Xiwen was screaming wildly.

After a long while, he finally managed to calm himself down, raised his head, looked at Fang Han, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Young Master Fang, this sword is a mid-grade spiritual weapon. I, Li Xiwen, have lost this bet. From now on, I will lead my disciples, grand-disciples, and assistants to forge weapons for your Fang family for free for ten years."

After saying this, Li Xiwen's face was filled with frustration and disappointment, his shoulders slumped slightly, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

Upon hearing Li Xiwen's words, his apprentices, including Shi Enzuo, all looked dejected.

They knew their master was a man of his word, and since he had lost the bet, he would keep his promise and serve the Fang family for free for ten years.

But the thought of not receiving a salary for the next ten years fills them with anxiety, leaving them wondering how they will support their families.

However, they were all taught by Li Xiwen, and their bond as master and students was deep. They would never leave Li Xiwen at this time.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the weapon-refining room became oppressive and heavy.

"Gentlemen, the bet was made between me and Elder Li Xiwen. If you are unwilling to serve my Fang family for free, you may leave now."

Fang Han laughed amidst the oppressive atmosphere: "I don't want to leave a bunch of bitter and resentful people in the weapon-forging room to forge weapons."

He wanted to see how many of Li Xiwen's disciples and followers were true to their promises.

Forcing these weapon refiners to stay is useless, because if their hearts aren't in it, they won't be able to forge any good weapons.

"If my master stays here, then we will stay here too."

Shi Enzuo was the first to step forward, and the other party said coldly.

“That’s right, my master lost the bet, which means we all lost the bet.”

To Fang Han's surprise, all of Li Xiwen's disciples and grand-disciples stepped forward.