บท 1843: Ten Years of Sword Sharpening, Sword Sharpening Cliff

In the main hall of the Liantian Sect, everyone was silent.

Even Sect Master Duan Tianfeng had a complex expression.

What he had envisioned for Han Muye was a path of cultivation within the Liantian Sect, where Han Muye's skills in refining weapons would continuously surpass his predecessors, earning the admiration of many elites.

Han Muye was supposed to rise as a new star in the tool refining world, overpowering all with his sheer presence.

Therefore, Duan Tianfeng was not worried at all when Han Muye secluded himself on the Nine Mystic Peak.

Even when others urged him, he remained indifferent.

He believed that the talent Han Muye had shown would surely lead to great achievements in due time.

Now, seeing this, Han Muye did not disappoint him.

Only, the method Han Muye used to showcase his strength and talent was somewhat peculiar.

"Where is he going?" someone in the hall whispered.