"Since you've come back, it's no longer peaceful here, so I'll be leaving..."
After reflecting for a moment, Wei Qingxuan turned and went back into the house, packed up briefly, and then left the quadrangle villa.
With her departure, Ye Feng inexplicably felt a sense of loss.
Shaking his head, Ye Feng noticed that the Spirit Stones were not yet depleted, so he rekindled the furnace fire. He tossed in the hammer, broken into two, heated it until it was a single mass again, and reforged the coiled serpent tendon whip, etching some formation patterns into it.
Then he took the offcuts from the Flying Sword forging and fashioned them into several small, exquisite Flying Knives.
Although the final products lacked the spirit of the Flying Swords, they were still fine weapons for self-defense.
