บท 822: Chapter 545: You Wouldn't Blame Me, Would You?

Having completed only the first evolution of the Absolute Knife, Jiang Hui had spent over seven hundred years.

This period of time cannot be considered short.

Of course, this was closely related to the level of the weapons he used.

That a pile of ordinary mortal steel could achieve this was already quite remarkable.

"Let's continue!"

Jiang Hui pondered inwardly.

Though slow, the iron and stone were inexhaustible and cost-free, which for him was like a profitable business without capital.

Moreover, this process also refined and polished his own self, like Pao Gong dissecting an ox or an old man pasting cicadas; it might even bring unexpected gains…

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In the five thousand and fourth year.

As another batch of steel knives was absorbed by the Absolute Knife, turning to ash and scattering in the wind.

Jiang Hui did not continue to forge these ordinary weapons.

Because he felt a faint connection.

It was like a series of gentle calls.

Coming forth from the Absolute Knife.