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Only now did Jiang Wang understand why even the family of Zhongxuan Sheng would envy Lian Que for helping him forge a sword.
Merely judging from this sword furnace, what it produced was certainly no ordinary item!
Within the Sword Forest, there was only this one furnace.
Outside the sword furnace, there wasn't even a shed, probably unafraid of wind and rain.
At this moment, aside from Lian Que and Jiang Wang, there was no one else.
Today, this furnace had been reserved by Lian Que.
Lian Que performed an elaborate ancient ritual towards the sword furnace, kneeling and prostrating, muttering words under his breath, very devoutly.
This was likely Lian's fixed ritual before forging swords, not requiring the presence of others.
But Jiang Wang also followed suit, respectfully bowing three times.
The fire within this furnace had never been extinguished, not even amidst the destruction of the old country and exile from home.
