"Even the Knife Blank has come out. Is it useful?" Han Sen waved the Knife Blank. It felt good to wield, but it didn't seem to possess any strange powers.
Black Steel looked at the Knife Blank and said, "It fell down like that without fear, so it is indeed something special. It will be a King class if it can become a real knife."
After that, Black Steel ignored Han Sen. He went towards the knife mountain in search of another knife.
"It sounds really good. How might I complete it, then? Your family is one of blacksmiths, right? Couldn't you help me forge it?" Han Sen asked Black Steel.
"This is a knife growing in Knife Grave. It has life. It isn't a simple material I can use for forging. I can't do that," Black Steel answered.
Ever since the twelfth rain fell, the Knife Grave had stopped erupting. There were no more knife rains as a result.
