"Alright, is there anything you're not satisfied with? If so, I can still make changes."
Ouyang Ye's voice rang out. He looked at Lin Ye, his gaze completely genuine, as if he would reforge the spear on the spot if Lin Ye had any complaints.
"I'm very satisfied."
Lin Ye turned, bowing to the old man in sincere gratitude. "Thank you very much, Mr. Ouyang."
"Mm."
Ouyang Ye nodded, clearly pleased.
"That just leaves one last thing."
"This spear... it truly will be my last creation."
"I poured my heart and soul into it, but I haven't thought of a good name for it."
Ouyang Ye looked at Lin Ye.
"Since it's your spear, and it feels right in your hands, you should be the one to name it."
Lin Ye stroked the spear shaft, which was cold yet seemed to possess a life of its own, and pondered for a moment.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the workshop, all the way to the boundless river of stars in the cosmos.
"Let's call it... Star-Piercing."
'To pierce the very stars!'
