He balanced the Flying Sword on one finger, letting it wobble gently left and right before it settled.
This was a method from the Mortal World for testing a weapon's center of gravity and quality, but for a Flying Sword, it was pretty much useless.
Du Youqian was simply acting out of habit.
He stared at the Flying Sword with intense focus.
Not with his eyes, of course, but by extending his Divine Sense to explore every inch of the weapon.
He inspected the Flying Sword's texture, checked for any minute structural imperfections, and felt the delicate balance within it.
He then channeled his Magical Power into it, carefully sensing how the Flying Sword handled the influx.
"Perfect!" he couldn't help but exclaim.
Tan Quangong stroked his fine beard, pleased.
But the thought of the price paid for that "perfect" made his heart ache.
That true Artifact Refining Master demanded an exorbitant fee every time he worked.
