Soon, two direct disciples started working the bellows, causing the furnace flames to rise, exhibiting a faint blue hue.
Nie Fangsheng held a hammer in one hand and refined iron in the other, explaining the forging while meticulously describing the casting techniques.
With the clanging sounds of hammer strikes, the outline of a longsword gradually took shape in his hand, beautiful yet fierce in design. Even though it wasn't fully cast, it already exuded a strong aura of killing intent.
The young disciples in the front couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, deeply impressed by Nie Fangsheng's sword casting technique.
Not only they, but even Mu Hanyan was somewhat captivated. So this is the true art of sword casting, this technique, this craftsmanship—it's simply marvelous.
Compared to Nie Fangsheng's sword casting technique, her previous sword casting was merely hammering metal; no, calling it metal hammering would be an insult to blacksmiths.
