“Who’s forging a weapon in there?” Yu Shuya stood outside the forge’s tightly-shut door and took a deep breath.

The nearby attendants looked at each other. Yu Shuya was instantly impatient.

“All of you, stand to the side. Don’t cause a disturbance!” After giving this order, he cautiously opened the door just a crack and slipped stealthily inside.

It seemed he feared nothing more than disturbing whoever was working here.

Meanwhile, inside the workroom.

The bellows blazed, emanating searing waves of heat.

A spiritual sword hovered over the tripod furnace, immediately attracting Yu Shuya’s attention. His eyes widened, and his expression filled with irrepressible awe, astonishment, bewilderment, and infatuation.

The sword was only two feet, three inches long and three fingers across. The blade was snow-white and translucent, and it shone with faint, clear, silvery radiance, like the illusory and ethereal light of the stars. 

The sword just hovered there, humming like the tide, roaring like an eternal demon god. Its ferocious air was so intense, it almost seemed tangible, and it surged throughout the workroom. 

Even with his naked eyes, Yu Shuya could see the star...