'Clang!' A blade began to take shape beneath his precise strikes.
'Clang!' Kyrian corrected a small deformation, adjusting the angle of the hammer.
'Clang!' His Qi flowed through the metal, slowly penetrating its structure, integrating with the essence of the material.
After some time, he finished the first dagger, a small, simple weapon made from relatively common materials but one that already carried the mark of his growing understanding. It was merely a low-rank spiritual dagger, nothing that would impress an experienced blacksmith.
Even so, when Sun Luguo picked it up, his eyes showed satisfaction, a light of approval in his gaze.
"Better."
Kyrian looked at the weapon, his eyes scanning its surface.
"Better than the previous one?"
"Much better." Sun Luguo spun the dagger between his fingers, examining every detail with the precision of a connoisseur.
