"Haha, it must be fate that we met. I'm already making a pair of hammers for this kid Suo Ming, so it's no trouble to forge a sword for you, too. Modesty aside, your Uncle Lin isn't just bragging—when it comes to forging, my skills are second to none in all of Tongming City."
Lin Ying said with pride.
"Your skill is very impressive, Uncle Lin, but I already have a sword, so I won't need one," Wang Meng said. For him, any other sword was just a tool that needed to be serviceable. 'In my heart, there is only one sword—and no other.'
"Don't be so formal with me, kid. Take it out, let me have a look," Lin Ying said with a hearty laugh.
Lin Ying had left the Holy Hall after his Elemental Power reached the Thirtieth Layer, choosing to pursue his cultivation in the mortal world. He had since put down roots in Tongming City, but he still possessed the characteristic boldness and passion of a Holy Hall Disciple.
Resigned, Wang Meng took out his broken sword.
