Perhaps due to the upgrade of the ninth-order flying sword, the green flame in the sword refining furnace was particularly intense, and the refining time was also particularly long.
Ye Rong had been staring for almost an hour, but there was no sign of the flying sword coming out. His eyes were getting sore, so he simply gave up this close monitoring and started walking around the Sword Casting Pool.
Although he had been here several times, he had never carefully observed it.
Above were thick iron chains, as thick as small arms in pure black color, exuding a strong and sharp golden essence qi. These chains have been in this place of sword refining for many years, constantly absorbing the five metal qi emanating from the furnace. It is estimated that they have undergone mutation.
There were at least hundreds of these iron chains, all meant to bind a black wooden box which was only a foot in size.
