Even before setting foot in the Blacksmith Shop, he had already mentally prepared himself.
However, when Xia Nan heard that the Chain Armor, for which he had once spent 50 Gold Coins, was declared beyond repair, he couldn't help but feel a pang of distress.
Seemingly noticing Xia Nan's lingering gaze on the Chain Armor, the burly man in front of him, "Rock Hammer" Barn, gave a comforting smile.
"A true blade never fears breaking, only fears never having tasted blood."
"No need for regret."
He extended his thick arm, which was as thick as an ordinary man's thigh, and patted Xia Nan's shoulder firmly.
"Standing here steadily is proof enough of its value."
It was never a collectible to be displayed in a showcase, nor did it need any lavish decoration.
The very purpose of armor is to shield the body from harm that would otherwise be suffered.
Every spark from the Forging Hammer, every glint reflected from the chain links, was born for this reason.
