"Stop fussing... I'll just take this blade as it is..." Lin Shen tried to prevent Dao from ruining the sword.
"Absolutely not, how could I forge a blade that can't even be sharpened? What would that do to my reputation?" Dao completely ignored Lin Shen's opinion and threw both the sword and its scabbard into the furnace, determined to melt them down and forge a new one.
"It really isn't necessary, I think this sword is quite good," said Lin Shen weakly.
Its high durability was perfect for self-defense, and he didn't really need a sharp edge since he wasn't adept with swords to begin with.
Whether stabbing or bludgeoning someone, a sharp edge made little difference.
However, Lin Shen also knew that if Dao were the type to listen to others, he wouldn't have stayed in this godforsaken place for so many years forging a sword for a swordsman who was no longer of this world.
