It wasn't until Han Muye walked to the bonfire, cutting meat with his short sword and distributing it to the children, that Han Jin snapped back to reality.
He clenched his fists and walked to the bonfire, watching Han Muye, who was smiling and distributing the meat to the tribe members with his short sword.
Han Muye's movements were not slow, and a whole wild boar was divided in no time.
He straightened up and saw Han Jin staring at the shining short sword in his hand. He chuckled, "This Essence Life Sword can't be given to you.
"Wait until I find a stone mine suitable for forging, and then I'll forge a weapon for you."
Forge a weapon?
For myself?
Han Jin looked at the short sword in Han Muye's hand, and for a moment, he didn't know what words of gratitude to say.
He had never thought that the young patriarch of his own clan would have the ability to forge weapons.
Around them, a vast and distant song began to resound.