With a clatter, the Mortal Iron the two of them inhabited fell to the ground.
Wen Xu & Bian Chunchou: ...
Yet before the two could listen any further, the scene abruptly shifted, returning to the sight of the smith swinging his hammer. But unlike before, the ground beside him was already piled high with discarded Mortal Iron sword blanks.
This man had failed so many times, yet he still persisted in forging. But the sword blank in his hands at this moment was not the one the two of them inhabited.
Oh, so they were living in a scrap heap now.
"They argued so fiercely. Could they have fallen out? But according to that man, he wanted to give Mortal Iron a spirit so his beloved would change her mind? Do you think he can succeed?"
Cultivation Realm dao couples were already rare, and female cultivators were even less likely to eat the grass they had already passed. Even in the Cultivation Realm's storybooks, women were usually urged to keep their Dao Hearts clear and avoid becoming tainted by the grudges and resentments of the mortal world.
"If he succeeded, this sword probably would not have ended up in your hands."
Bian Chunchou thought that made sense, but he still said, "What if my father had quite the background... Forget it. That probably isn't possible."
The two watched the smith hammer away in tedious silence. The ruined sword blanks nearly filled the entire workshop, while the man who had offered counsel never returned, and the smith showed no sign of succeeding.
It seemed everything had entered a state of stagnation. The crooked sword blank they inhabited had long since been buried deep beneath the rubbish heap. Bian Chunchou had never known that one person's patience could endure so relentlessly.