As the clanging sounds spread within the Sword Spirit Workshop, the elderly and incharge's gaze started to burn.
At that moment, the two people, like kids with a strong thirst for knowledge, had their eyes fixed on Ye Qingtang, who gradually forged that block of black gold meteorite iron into an extremely sharp dagger.
Time ticked away. Absorbed in forging, Ye Qingtang seemed to have lost track of time. She placed the newly made dagger into the cold water to cool it for the final time, and when she took it out, its black blade shone with subtle brilliance. It seemed as though a dark sky full of stars had transformed into this dagger, which was about the length of a forearm.
"It's pretty good-looking." Ye Qingtang grinned at the dagger made by combining Spirit Crystal powder. With the pure black black gold meteorite iron as the base and crystal powder shining through it, its appearance was extremely beautiful.
