C27 Moon Night Sword Training(part Ii)

It was dawn. Lying in the valley in the morning light was the laughter of Zhu Yue. The Spirit kept watch over a furnace of scrap iron in a daze. He sat for a quarter of an hour throwing blackstone into the bottom of the furnace.

Clap clap clap. The flames rose again. Although it was just scrap metal, the swords it forged were stronger than ordinary swords. Fortunately