As an Artifact Master, Su Xin could tell that Gongshu Yu was also at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Of course, for an Artifact Master, strength was also part of what guaranteed their skill at forging.
Since ancient times, a powerful martial artist was not necessarily a powerful Artifact Master, but every Artifact Master was bound to be a formidable martial artist.
Otherwise, take Gongshu Yu raising the temperature of that furnace. Without a strong foundation of inner strength, he could never have managed it.
And if your strength were too weak, you could never forge a sword by swinging a hundred-thousand-pound hammer like Gongshu Yu.
Besides, for some Sword Forgers, if you didn't understand swords, what gave you the right to forge them? That was why every Artifact Grandmaster who devoted himself to Sword Forging was also a master of the sword. Li Dao'an, for instance, was exactly such a man.
According to Houtu, Gongshu Yu was an Artifact Master, but his Sword Forging was no less accomplished than that of an Artifact Grandmaster. He had simply been unlucky and never forged an Earth Grade Weapon to prove his skill.
The clanging from the courtyard continued for a quarter of an hour before finally stopping. The lump of iron beneath Gongshu Yu's hammer had become the rough shape of a long sword.
Gongshu Yu set down the hammer, wiped the sweat from his brow, and shoved a pile of assorted ores to one side, revealing a stone table and chairs beneath them. He said to Su Xin, "Have a seat."
Su Xin didn't stand on ceremony. He sat directly on a stone chair still thick with dust.
Gongshu Yu took out the letter Houtu had written earlier, a look of reminiscence in his eyes. After a long