The more I looked at this sword, the more pleasing it seemed to me.
I was a man of ill omen. Why would I fear an ill-omened sword?
Besides, whether it was truly ominous or not depended on what its owner said.
So I waved at Old Wang and said happily instead:
"Old Wang, I came to collect my sword today, and you happened to present it to me.
The electrical box at your factory could have exploded sooner or later, but it had to explode at the crucial moment when you presented the sword.
That affected whether this sword would bring fortune or misfortune.
It seemed fate had already decided it.
I want this sword!"
After hearing me, Old Wang drew in a sharp breath.
"Xiao Jiang, you work in this field. There are some things you should still avoid!
Even if it's only a test of fortune and misfortune, it's better to seek a good omen!
Just now, my hand slipped too. How about you forget this sword..."
I shook my head.
"No matter how good an omen you seek, you still have to walk your own path.
It's fine. I'll take this sword."
Seeing that I was serious, Old Wang hesitated for a moment and said nothing more.
After taking a deep breath, he said:
"Since you've made up your mind, Xiao Jiang, then as a swordsmith, I'll now hand this sword over to you.
I hope it will shine in your hands.
And one day, become a renowned sword that drives away evil and slays demons!"
As he spoke, Old Wang picked up several sheets of yellow paper from the desk, lit them, and tossed them into the brazier.
As the flames rose, Old Wang held the sword in both hands and said to me:
"Jiang