Ding! Ding! Ding...
In front of furnace number one at Zhu Xin Workshop, Lu Qing had been hammering the iron bar for several hours.
Yet, he seemed not tired at all, his hand was always so steady, and he hadn't even sweated a single drop.
It was as if he wasn't standing by the hot forge but rather in a cool mountain valley.
Outside furnace number one, other people had already gathered.
Like Master Lin, they all stared, dumbfounded, at the scene.
The entire backyard fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic sound of Lu Qing's hammering.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Lu Qing finally stopped forging.
By then, the iron bar in his hand had already transformed, taking the shape of a sword embryo.
Hiss!
Lu Qing plunged the sword embryo into the cold water, and a burst of steam rose.
After the sword embryo cooled down, he clamped it out and observed attentively.
A faint red light emerged from the sword embryo.