Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed!
For the past three days, the old man had been refining without a moment's pause. The scorching flames had almost dried the skin on his face, but even when the flesh and blood were falling off, the old man had no intention of stopping.
Qin bei tried to persuade the old man to take a break, but the old man refused him. According to the old man, the refining of weapons should be done in one go. Only in this way could the most perfect weapon be forged!
After three days of continuous refining, the weapon was finally out of the furnace!
It was a simple-looking saber. There was nothing gaudy about it. It was quietly placed there and did not seem to be eye-catching!
"Duke of the South, the weapon is done. Try it."
The old man threw the weapon to Qin bei. The moment he touched it, Qin bei's eyes suddenly changed!
