Time passes quickly.
After forging for several hours, Elder Zhang observed the various weapon constructions in the blacksmith shop, walking back and forth among the small teams, occasionally offering guidance.
These painting cards, dog-tail weapons, do indeed have some tricks.
But the craftsmanship is too rough.
They rely on the advantage of Demon Beast material's Divine Techniques; otherwise, they wouldn't stand a chance in today's fiercely competitive weapon market.
"Here, hit it like this, light and heavy."
"The rhythm, yes, match it with your breathing, breathing is the most important."
"Every excellent blacksmith is a master of drumbeats, a great musician."
"Forging an excellent weapon is like playing a perfectly fluent and beautiful melody!"
"There are too many cluttered noises here; anyone can tell it won't work."
Elder Zhang constantly pointed out issues, even stepping in himself.
As if the horrific scene he saw before was all a hallucination.
