"In our sculptor community, sure, there are a few who own an Astral Aurum Carver," the old man said proudly, "but the Astral Aurum used to forge them is usually no older than three hundred years. That's the standard. It's not even in the same league as mine."
"So, if you want to beat me, your sculpting knife would not only have to be an Astral Aurum Carver, but the Astral Aurum itself would need to be forged from ore older than nine hundred years. Otherwise, it's just impossible!"
The white-haired elder smiled smugly, thoroughly confident in his superiority.
Snap!
As soon as he finished, Velen casually reached into his system space and pulled out a sculpting knife. "Elder, why don't you help me identify how many years this Astral Aurum has been tempered for?"
"What?"
"You actually have an Astral Aurum Carver?!"
The old man's face twisted in shock. This young man actually had one? That wasn't just a bluff?
Hahahaha!
