Song Yi walked over and picked up the weapons made by the female comrades, observing them carefully.
"The tip shouldn't be too fine, it's prone to weakness.
Besides, the transition here should not be too abrupt, but gradually change..."
Everyone listened patiently—after all, these were survival skills. Once learned, they could be of use.
"Okay, take a look and pick out the usable ones, set aside those that need improvement separately, and we'll whittle down some more."
"Sure!"
At this time, no one considered Song Yi to be fussing too much; on the contrary, everyone was worried that what they had made was not good enough and that it might affect the setup of traps.
After all, it was a matter of life and death, and no one dared to be careless.
Meanwhile, the others were also bustling with activity. Jhiang Yuan took out some leftover beads.
She didn't know what Song Yi was planning to do, but cooperated unconditionally.