"But isn't Old Quan afraid that excessive tempering might snap an outstanding sword blank?"
Everyone understood the principle. He himself had deliberately sent his daughter to Shrek Academy so that she could be tempered.
However, everything needed to proceed step by step. Actions that were too radical could sometimes cause unforeseeable consequences.
Hearing this, Quan Li smiled faintly and replied, "Of course. I'm not some man-eating devil either. Everything was carried out only after full consideration.
"Unfortunately, the sword blank was naturally formed. It didn't need much tempering from me. He could become a sword on his own. I couldn't control that either."
Spreading his hands and shaking his head lightly, Quan Li spoke the most boastful words in the most helpless tone.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Quan Li's smug expression, the muscles in his face twitching violently as he thought, In other words, all of this was based on Quan Yi's own talent and hard work, and it doesn't have much to do with you.
Then what are you so proud of?
Ning Fengzhi summed up the main point of those words with precision. While inwardly looking down on Quan Li, he was also filled with envy.
Because he, too, wanted the easy daily life of not having to worry about his descendants.
Beside Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe had also pricked up his ears, listening carefully to Quan Li's answer.
He had thought he might overhear some secret method, only to find that the truth was so plain and unadorned.
A speechless look appeared on his face as well.
Yet beneath that speechlessness, countless images of Quan Yi training bitterly surfaced in his mind before he knew it.
"He must have endured exceptionally difficult years all this time."
As Qian Renxue, hidden within, let out a sigh, more and