Outside the gates of the Artisanship Commission, Xianzhou Luofu.
The two youngsters, Jiang Yu and Yanqing, stood there staring at each other.
They had been kicked out by the current Artifex.
"Looks like it really won't work."
Jiang Yu rubbed his chin, sounding as though he were drawing a conclusion.
At first, the Artifex had thought the two of them had come to cause trouble.
After seeing Black Cleave, the Artifex had indeed become interested. However, once Jiang Yu finished recounting Black Cleave's origins as he had heard them from Argenti, the master craftsman became utterly convinced that the two of them were there to cause trouble and threw them out.
There was nothing they could do about that.
After all, Black Cleave's very creation had carried hope and miracles. Beyond the exquisite skill of the blacksmith on that unknown planet, it was also the wishes of countless artisans and the prayers of the people to slay the evil beast, answered by the Stellaron.
And even setting that aside, from a mystical perspective, Black Cleave had been worshipped on that planet for who knew how many years as a symbol of the so-called "god of craftsmanship."
Aeons had not necessarily come into being before intelligent life, while the universe had existed far longer than intelligent life. Across that vast span of time, countless legends had streaked across the night sky like meteors, and the beliefs of living beings were not confined to Aeons alone.
Living beings' imaginations could never reach beyond what their horizons allowed them to see. What if Black Cleave was actually something special?
In short, the idea of using another Stellaron to forge a "sentient" weapon had fallen through for now.
Still, Yanqing was not particularly disappointed. After all, he had bought the new-model flying swords.
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