Chapter 917: Mystic-Grade

Inside a much larger smithing forge, two people, one fox and one mermaid, were drawing blueprints, planning their next creation. 

"No! I'm telling you, you can't just put in a few Qi-gathering arrays and call it a day! A Mystic-Grade weapon needs to be more than just self-sustaining! They need to have their own special abilities!" The mermaid argued, drawing up a quick prototype, only for it to get erased.

"Bullshit!" The fox yelled. "As long as a weapon's sufficiently durable and sharp enough, anything can be Mystic-Grade!"

"Yeah, if you just want a giant lump of metal!"

"Why does a damn sword even need its own abilities?! That's what the user's for!"

"That's why they're 'Mystical'! It's in the freaking name!"