"I shouldn't have told them about this!" Sitting on the Vegetable Garden Island at night, casting his gaze into the firelight from the stove, Yan Fei listlessly ground a piece of rebar more than a meter long.
The rebar wasn't thick, about the diameter of a thumb. One end had already been flattened, and Yan Fei was preparing to sharpen it.
The flattening wasn't overdone, but just enough to thin the edges a little and bring the top to a point. After grinding it, it resembled a mini spearhead.
Originally, the blackened spearhead, flattened by heat, gradually slipped off a cold gleam with the gray oil-like water from the grindstone.
How shameful!
After half the night of grinding, Yan Fei looked at the spear tip utterly upset.
He took pride in his blacksmithing background, but this spearhead wasn't sharp enough, resulting in a blunt angle. Coupled with the light touch at the rear, it looked more like an ancient bronze spear, round and not intimidating at all.
