Kyrian observed with growing attention, his violet eyes capturing every detail. His gaze could perceive things that an ordinary person would never notice; inside the dark-blue metal, there were small lines of natural energy, veins of light that ran through the material like underground rivers.
They were not meridians, not exactly. They were something closer to the material's own spiritual characteristics, the essence of its nature.
When Sun Luguo struck certain points, these lines compressed, as if they were being molded. When he changed the angle of the hammer, they reorganized themselves, finding new configurations. And, slowly, they began to form a stable structure, a pattern that was both natural and deliberate.
"This is water-attributed metal." Sun Luguo explained, his voice calm as he worked.
"Even if you don't possess Water Qi, you can still use it to create a weapon suited to this element."
Kyrian raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised.
