"Sigh…" Jiang Fei dropped his hammer again. Hope was all but lost from his face. Even though he had claimed to have left it all to luck, this still struck him hard. When he was finished, he had thought of using the last three minutes to craft two more swords. He had that strong urge to do so, but as a man, he had could not go back on his words… Not when Isabella had heard him said it.
"What luck!" Jiang Fei cried as he picked up the last sword and threw it out of the mold.
"Ping!"
When the sword struck the floor, a slightly higher-pitched, metallic sound was heard. There was even a small fracture on the sword. It was tiny, but it was leaking a golden light.
"Huh!?" Jiang Fei heart sank for a moment.
He immediately picked up the sword and started to continue tapping the sword gently.
Crack… Crack…
