"Ancient Exemplary Sword, emerge!"
Ren Feifan wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth!
Stray hairs fell around his face, partly veiling his eyes, which bore an unprecedented seriousness. A faint scent of blood gas even enveloped him.
He had originally wanted to name the sword Ancient Dust Sword, but then he thought about the uniqueness of the Ancient Dust Sword. What if someone actually recognized it?
So, in any case, it was better to keep it a secret.
Thereupon, Ren Feifan simply came up with a name on the spot.
Ancient Exemplary Sword!
Ren Feifan was quite satisfied with this name; at the very least, it sounded like a sword he forged himself.
However, Elder Qiu in front of him turned around, harrumphed coldly, and scanned Ren Feifan from head to toe, saying, "Boy, what kind of broken..."
He intended to say broken sword, but before he could finish, Sword Forging Square suddenly began to shake violently, as if about to collapse instantaneously.
