He patiently waited outside for more than an hour.
Until Mr. Di inside called him in.
"Continue."
Mr. Di tossed the reforged Green Master sword and scabbard to him.
Even the scabbard was new, carved from a kind of extraordinary wood, weighty as metal and the color deep as if it could absorb all surrounding light.
Ji Jingqiu drew the reforged Green Master from its scabbard, the chill brilliance cold as water, his face reflected on the brilliant blade.
He lifted the sword and gently slashed forward, the elongated blade vibrated slightly emitting a clear sword cry, a snow-like sword light flourishing as if cleaving the air ahead, its sharpness evidently superior to before.
After a light slash, Ji Jingqiu again caressed the blade, listening to the lingering tones of the sword cry, feeling the breath-like rhythm inside the Green Master, now more serene than before the reforging.
Mr. Di seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece, smiling as he said:
