Clang... Clang... Clang...
On the third day of moving into the new residence, on the second floor in the Blacksmith Room.
Xia Hong, bare-chested, continuously hammered a massive piece of iron before him.
On both sides of the massive iron, it was in a half-fan shape with a radius of about seventy-five centimeters. In the middle was a round iron piece, roughly ten centimeters thick by sight, with the sides hammered very thin. One look and you could tell they were blades.
Below the furnace, there was also a two-meter-long black iron rod. The head of the rod had a groove, clearly fitting the middle part of the massive iron being hammered.
Xia Chuan, leading Yuan Cheng, hurriedly walked over. Seeing the massive iron already taking shape on the furnace, a glint of excitement flashed in both their eyes.
Seeing Xia Hong still hammering away, the two did not disturb him and just stood waiting.
Hiss...
