Li Banfeng had already thought of an excuse. "I'm thinking about reforging the Tang Sword."
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK... HEY!
The Phonograph spoke slowly, its voice like a slow beat, "My dear Husband, heed my words. There's no need to reforge the Tang Sword. This weapon is already formidable. If we add Blue Leaf Poplar to it, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. What if it turns against you in the future? Wouldn't that be a case of nurturing a tiger only to invite disaster?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "My dear, you speak wisely. But the Blue Leaf Poplar was hard-won; we can't let it go to waste."
"Refine your sickle, and also the Iron Ruler and Mandarin Duck Axes. You are fond of these weapons, yet they lack any Spirit Attribute. Reforging them to be stronger would be more fitting for your status."
The Phonograph's words were indeed pleasing to hear.
"I'll listen to you, my dear."
