C355 Putting the Wind Character into the Painting
Clang!
The myriad phantoms coalesced into one, and after the final ear-splitting strike, the clangor of metal ceased.
Ye Yu set down his forging hammer and examined the sword embryo on the anvil. It measured three feet and three inches, its design simple and ancient, with a surface etched in lightning patterns. The tip was blunt, the edges unsharpened.
"System!" Ye Yu called out silently