"Using demon essence as a guide, this expenditure is not small."
Inside the blacksmith's shop, the furnace was blazing, and the flickering tongues of flame cast shifting shadows on Qin An's face.
Gazing at the rising smoke, Qin An lightly shook his wrist, and the black blade unsheathed with a clear dragon-like hum.
The cracks densely lining the blade looked like fissures in an icy river, as if one more strike would cause it to break apart.
The blacksmith had reached the pinnacle of level five, but advancing required forging with demon essence.
Qin An considered the last pseudo-essence and demon essence he had, just enough to meet the requirements.
Since that was the case, he might as well reforge the black blade now.
As he pondered, Qin An retrieved a piece of metal from his bosom.
Under the reflection of the furnace flames, the metal surface shimmered with a dark blue chill.
Xuanxin Iron.
This metal was from Casting Valley, the best forging material in the valley.
