Late at night, with no one around.
An eighteen-year-old boy held a weapon and stared at an elder in his home, his eyes gleaming. Was this the extinction of humanity, or the collapse of morality?
All that could be said was that there was something deeply wrong with this scene...
Of course, it was not because Huai Shi had gone so mad that he wanted to test his blade on Uncle Fang. Rather, reforging Passing Waters required Uncle Fang's help.
Although it had been repaired by the Forging Furnace, its broken parts filled in and its length adjusted to suit him, Passing Waters' essence had not actually changed. It merely possessed the right shape now.
Neither the spiritual unity of alchemical Essence Studies nor the naturally perfected products prized by the Art of Forging met the requirements.
You could not snap the screen off a laptop and call it a tablet.
There were countless things missing.
Passing Waters was the same.
It had once fallen from Lord of the Clouds to Xiang Jun, then suffered another break. Finally, under Ying Fangzhou's final blessing, it returned from the vicious Hate Waters to its original form as Passing Waters.
After going through so much, the fact that it could still serve a purpose already proved how exceptional its quality was, and how profound the obsession entrusted to it had been. The Stigmata still maintained a stable form, and after slight alchemical repairs, it had returned to the appearance of Xiang Jun.
But like Ying Fangzhou himself, it was so resolute that stubbornness was not enough to describe it.
Modifying it was simply too difficult. Conventional methods would not work at all.
It would be easier and faster to buy a tablet than to turn a laptop into one. Besides, this was not