An Le took Green Mountain and put it on his waist. Without hesitation, he nodded and replied, "Yes, Senior."
He knew that sharpening Green Mountain was the wish of the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. In the few days left after igniting the Nirvana Fire, An Le was willing to work hard for the old man's wish.
The old Sword Sage chuckled and tapped the ground with his toes. Countless sword qi began to whistle from behind him.
His figure floated above the center of the Sword Pool Lake.
His linen clothes fluttered, and his white hair and beard fluttered.
"If you want to sharpen Green Mountain, you have to at least forge a sword yourself."
"You rang the bell 36 times. According to the rules, the Sword Pool Palace will forge a sword for you. Wang Yansheng, you will assist this little fellow in forging the sword and sharpening it."
"If Green Mountain can be sharpened, it will be greatly beneficial to you."
