The old man assisted An Le in hammering, but his face was filled with memories of his boring but hot-blooded sword-forging life.
When the last wisp of sword qi surged into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword furnace, there was only one scene left in front of Wang Yansheng.
Amidst the snow, the five-year-old him picked up the hammer for the first time and hit the sword embryo with the Sword Furnace.
It was the beginning of fate between a child and a sword forging.
It was like a swallow returning to its nest.
It made the old man's lips curl into a gentle smile.
When An Le raised the thousand-kilogram hammer, the old man silently lowered his hand that was holding the hammer and took a step back. He was filled with relief and carefreeness as he watched An Le's huge hammer break through the shocking arc and finally smash fiercely on the sword embryo in the furnace.
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