Clang... clang... clang... clang... clang...
In the quiet cave, the powerful sound of smithing continued throughout the night.
No one in the camp wore a look of impatience; they were all fixated on Xia Hong, watching him hammer the Blade Mold, their faces filled with anticipation.
It wasn't until the sky started to lighten that Xia Chuan came to his senses and hurriedly instructed others to seal the cave entrance again.
Coincidentally, this was when Xia Hong's hammering also approached its end.
Clang... clang... clang...
After the last three hammer blows landed, Xia Hong released the polishing stone in his hand and took a deep breath. It was only then he realized he was soaked in sweat, his arms swollen, and intense soreness was coming from every joint in his body.
"Whew... This is several times more tiring than cutting trees!"
