"No, my swordsmithing skills were nowhere near Grandpa's. If this continued, this blade would be ruined too." Halfway through forging the sword, Lin suddenly said dejectedly. This final step would determine the blade's quality. If she failed, its highest possible grade would never surpass a Skillful Grade Blade. It would practically be ruined.
"Were you giving up before the very last moment?" Seeing Lin's dispirited state, William could only encourage her. "Hasn't the Oji Swordsmith Family always been famous for its swordsmiths?"
"That was in the past!" Lin said gloomily. "Ever since my grandfather's time, the Ouzhi Family has never forged another Great Grade Blade, much less a Supreme Grade Blade!"
"So what?" William pointed at the blade in the furnace. "Can't you hear it? This blade is crying!"
"What?" Lin stared at William in disbelief. She had read records like this in notes left behind by her ancestors, but she had never believed they were real. Even though William said he could hear the blade crying, she still did not believe such a thing truly existed.
"Can't you hear it? My sword is crying! It wants to descend into this world, but you're the only one who can make that happen." William was not saying this merely to encourage Lin. He really had heard an unidentifiable sound, though he could not confirm what it was. On a sudden impulse, he deliberately claimed that the sword was crying. What William did not know was that he had spoken the truth.
"This is also the only way to save your grandfather!" Baozi encouraged her as well. "Only he can help you, and only you can help him!"
"I understand! But this still won't work. The fire isn't hot enough for forging." Once Lin pulled herself together, she said, "If this continues,