Chapter 615: Memories of a Lost Era
That’s where Qi came to the rescue. With his Qi gathering realm level and the lack of external influence of Qi techniques, he couldn’t mess up.
With a grin, he infused the metal with a soft golden liquid that flowed in unpredictable patterns.
Simultaneously, a chaotic void ripple emerged from his fingers. Space cracked around the forming blade, mist escaping his bluing lips.
But his focus and sparkling eyes never wavered as he branded the magical and Qi enchantments.
Under his precise control, edges glinted with an otherworldly sharpness. The somber crystalline frame reflected his sweaty face as he engraved star patterns on its surface—the same tattooed on the prince’s forehead.
With a snap of his fingers, wind blades carved one of the wooden blocks on the table, shaping it into an exquisite hilt with complex circular flourishes before it flew into his hand.
And after an hour of hard work, he slotted it under the menacing dragon head he had carved as the guard with a chuckle. ’Perfect and stylish!’
Cancelling his mana with a thought, he turned and showed the eighty-centimeter one-handed cultivator sword to the slack-jawed prince.
"Take it. The hilt is smooth, but I would have preferred to have quality leather to wrap it."