The honest man gasped, while the old blacksmith snatched the dagger. His movement was quick and stealthy, without a hint of senility. Compared to his listless expression before, it was as though he was another person.
When he held the dagger, the old blacksmith understood everything at once.
It was neither sharpened nor polished, and had an extremely rough surface. Yet, the sky-blue veins on it were utterly clear and defined.
Since the old man was one of the top blacksmith in Alanna, he realized the reason just with one look at the markings.
Genius… he's a true genius.
Other than that word, Old Hoyer could not think of anything else to describe Lin Li.
It was those veins on the dagger that made it so precious.
Coating a weapon with navy sand after forging it was a very natural action for it to have a martensitic property. However, it was the same navy sand that made the process a profound one.
