High in the sky.
There were faint signs of Thunderclouds beginning to gather.
Yet for some unknown reason, no lightning ever struck.
After a long while.
Thunderclouds slowly dispersed, and the sky became clear once more.
In the courtyard.
Shen Yuqing stared blankly at the Stone Table before him, lost in thought, his expression giving no hint of what was on his mind.
As for Qin Shujian.
He had withdrawn his hand and poured himself another cup of spirit tea, then sat to one side, sipping quietly as he waited for something.
As for the Stone Table before them.
Light now flowed across its surface, and it faintly exuded a weighty aura.
"A pity its material is ordinary, after all. Even with spiritual energy nourishing it, too little time has passed. It cannot withstand the power a spirit weapon should possess."
Looking at the Stone Table, Qin Shujian shook his head with some regret.
Even with his skills as a Forging Master, he had failed to truly turn the mundane into the miraculous and transform it into a spirit weapon.
Or rather.
Turning an ordinary Stone Table into a half-step spirit weapon was already an astonishing feat in the eyes of others, one worthy of being called turning the mundane into the miraculous.
Still.
In Qin Shujian's eyes, it remained somewhat lacking.
But there was nothing he could do about that.
Unless its quality improved further through years of immersion in heaven and earth spiritual energy, becoming a half-step spirit weapon was the Stone Table's limit.
A long time seemed to pass.
Shen Yuqing suddenly shuddered, as though waking from some strange state. His vacant eyes gradually regained their focus, and when he saw what lay before him, he stood without a second thought.
Then he bowed deeply and said