Tomorrow and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Backbreaking cramming and endless forges persisted, alongside the harsh demands and brutal punishments.
Ji Jue was once worried that he might not endure till tomorrow, or he might falter, but now, he had gradually grown accustomed to this endless torment.
No, it was more apt to say, like a fish in water.
Perhaps Jian Yuan was right when Ji Jue ceased to hide his hatred and malice, even unleashing it willingly, he had truly mastered this craft.
He did not even care whether his hatred was directed at others or himself. If one wanted to forge the true "Heavenly Craft Blade," how could one fear the double-edged sword wounding oneself? On the contrary, the sharper the cold light, the more gratifying it should be!
It mattered not whether Ji Jue was slacking or swimming against the tide in vain.
