"The strongest sword?" Ling Han was surprised.
This was not something to be said easily; did the strongest exist in this world? There would always be a mountain taller than the last. There was only talk of a stronger existence, so where would this strongest sword come from?
Yang Tiecheng and the others shook their heads as well. The talk of the strongest should only be the naive thoughts of a child.
"The strongest sword!" Jin Zhihui shook his head continuously. "I will definitely forge the strongest sword!"
"How?" Ling Han was very intrigued.
Jin Zhihui's whole head was filled with forging swords, and now that he thought of Ling Han as an intimate friend, he would naturally not mind sharing a secret with him. He thus said, "I am studying a kind of material. If I can successfully refine it, there is hope of forging the strongest sword."
Pu!