"Clang, clang, clang!"
With every hammer strike, seemingly mechanical, there lay a beauty of returning to simplicity, a delightful sight!
Forging was the first craft Su Changkong had learned, it was also the means by which he sustained himself at Black Iron Manor, it was the beginning of everything.
Su Changkong had a passion for forging in his heart, feeling a sense of accomplishment with every blade he crafted—it was his hobby.
However, as he advanced to higher realms, Su Changkong ceaselessly sought even higher realms, dedicating all his time and energy on cultivation, and set aside his hobby.
But now, in this desperate situation, Su Changkong picked up the skill again, using it to fight for that slim chance of survival!
Under Su Changkong's forging, a rusty blade was hammered and refined thousands of times, becoming more solid, more primitive, sharper, its rust removed, revealing its edge again!
"Phew!"
