Song Yan pondered for a moment, thinking to himself.
If I rush to forge the sword with this little bit of thunder-charged fushi stone just because I'm impatient, it could still take shape, but it certainly wouldn't unleash the sword's full potential.
There would be regrets in the end.
With such a fine sword blank and a master swordsmith waiting, I shouldn't rush it, no matter what.
In that case, I'll wait a while longer.
"You're absolutely right, Senior."
Song Yan slowly spoke. "Such an opportunity is rare. I'm willing to wait."
"However, might I borrow that piece of thunder-charged fushi stone for a look, Senior?"
"My knowledge of artifact refining materials is very limited. If I happen upon it again at Mount Li or elsewhere, I'll be able to recognize it in time rather than miss it."
Master Xu laughed heartily. "Haha, why not? This material may be rare, but it was prepared for forging the sword in the first place."
"Since you'll be the sword's future wielder, young friend Song, this material should belong to you anyway."
With that, he handed the thunder-charged fushi stone to Song Yan.
"But you must keep it safe. This is all I have... and I even brought it out in secret."
"Uh... yes."
In his hand, it was not hard and cold as he had imagined, but warm and smooth as jade.
Yet the very next instant, a surge of fierce, pure wind and thunder spiritual power shot straight into his meridians through his palm!
Had Little Song not possessed deep foundations and a powerful body, that would probably have left him numb for a while.
"Thank you, Senior." Song Yan cupped his hands again.
"Not at all."
Master Xu smiled, thoroughly delighted.
He had never imagined that after tens of thousands