Myriad Weapon Seed

Divine Forging Hall, a titan of the artifact-forging world. None of the Old Men present were ordinary figures; all of them were tyrannical existences who ran rampant through the artifact-forging world.

People like them inevitably held their talents in high esteem.

Each had that pride which belonged to them alone.

Even if Dan Fourteen, the head of Alchemy Academy, came in person, winning their genuine recognition would be difficult.

After all, their specialties were different.

You might be damn impressive at refining pills, but when it came to forging artifacts, wouldn't I crush you?

Everyone had their own expertise!

Therefore, to earn the recognition of people like them, one had to start with the field in which they took the greatest pride.

This Broken Saber was his confidence!

"You came here because you want me to help repair this Broken Saber?" the Great Elder asked again.

This time, his voice was noticeably gentler, and he had lowered his stance.

Previously, he had also thought highly of Ye Qiu, but there had clearly been something affected about it—mere social courtesy.

Whenever he spoke, he instinctively carried the superiority of one above looking down upon one below, of a senior toward a junior.

But now, it was truly on another level.

Ye Qiu nodded. "That is precisely my intention."

The Great Elder looked at him and shook his head. "This Broken Saber does not acknowledge us. I fear it will be difficult to achieve anything."

"Even if we can, Divine Forging Hall cannot produce materials worthy enough to repair this saber."

The Broken Saber was too monstrous. The materials required to repair it would absolutely not be ordinary substances.

As a forging titan of the Upper Realm, Divine Forging Hall naturally possessed many precious materials. Yet there were very, very few that