In the dead of night, all was silent, and no one was around.
An eighteen-year-old boy holding a weapon looked at the elder of his family, his eyes aglow. Was this the destruction of humanity or the collapse of morality?
All that can be said is, this scenario just doesn't feel right...
Of course, it wasn't because Huai Shi had become so deranged as to want to use Uncle Fang as a test for his blade. Rather, it was that reforging Seishui required Uncle Fang's assistance.
Although the repairs of the Casting Furnace filled the broken parts and adjusted the rod to a suitable length, in essence, Seishui hadn't changed; it was still just a shape with nothing inside.
Neither the Unity of Spirituality in Alchemy Essence School nor the naturally accomplished products valued in the Technique of Casting could meet the requirements.
You can't just snap off the screen of a laptop and call it a tablet.
The missing elements were countless.
Seishui was the same.
