At night, smoke and fire lingered in the refining workshop.
The masters and blacksmiths of the sword casting shop had all left early to go home and cuddle with their wives in their warm beds. Now, only two people and one deer remained in the workshop.
On the forging platform, an Azure Dragon Spear lay horizontally, its surface traced with delicate patterns, perfect in every way.
"This spear…"
Ou Yeping gently stroked the handle of the long spear, frowning, "There's actually a trace of spirituality within this spear? This is indeed rare. Ning, where did you acquire this spear?"
Ning Daoran pointed at Big Stupid Deer, "I pulled it out of your good disciple's butt."
"Awoo~~~"
Big Stupid Deer cried out, indicating how such an embarrassing thing should not be spoken aloud.
"No wonder you, lad, wanted to reforge this spear."
