Outside the courtyard.
Shen Yuqing hesitated.
Niu Feng, standing beside him, was rather helpless as well.
After all, they were both elders. Although he outranked Shen Yuqing, he could not embarrass him too much.
So Shen Yuqing kept lingering there.
Niu Feng could only turn a blind eye and pretend he had not noticed.
When Qin Shujian's voice came from inside.
Both men froze for a moment.
Then.
Shen Yuqing came to his senses and exclaimed delightedly, "Elder Niu, the Sect Master has given permission. Please let me in!"
"Please, go ahead!"
Seeing this, Niu Feng stopped insisting.
He actually wanted to know what had happened inside as well.
Now that Qin Shujian had given permission.
He planned to go in with Shen Yuqing and take a look.
The courtyard gate opened on its own.
As the two stepped through the gate, an overwhelming pressure rushed toward them, forcing them to summon their astral qi to resist it.
When they looked closely.
Thunder filled their vision.
At its center, a silver-white longsword floated in midair, silently enduring the Thunder's strikes.
"Thunder tempering its body! A spirit weapon really is being born!"
At this sight, Shen Yuqing became utterly excited.
The Runes emerging on the blade looked profoundly mysterious to him. Each stroke seemed perfectly ordinary, yet a closer look revealed something vastly different.
Meanwhile, Niu Feng watched the scene before him with both shock and confusion.
As for their arrival.
Qin Shujian paid little attention to it, keeping his gaze fixed on the longsword.
As time passed.
The silver-white blade finally reached its limit. It trembled incessantly, as though it might crack at any moment, yet the Thunder in the sky showed no sign of stopping.
Why is this taking so long? Qin Shujian wondered as he watched the Thunder,