All eyes followed the silver light as it soared upwards, reaching a height of over ten feet in the blink of an eye, solid and unyielding, while the deep dragon roar echoed. The piece of Mithril itself emitted a dazzling brilliance, with faint dragon patterns swirling on its surface as if it contained a Giant Dragon within.
"Infusing bloodline power into the forging, channeling spiritual sense into every hammer strike. What an exemplar of Thousand Forging with spirit, Thousand Forging." The young man in the red uniform praised.
Lan Xuanyu wiped the sweat from his brow, "Thank you for your praise, President."