Half a month later.

Om!

Faint sword howls undulated out within the room.

The space between Chen Xi’s brows carried dense exhaustion that couldn’t be concealed, his expression was pale, his eyes filled with strings of blood, and his clean chin was covered in dense stubble, causing him to look extremely haggard.

He appeared as if he’d overused his physical strength.

In reality, he was indeed really exhausted. Refining the Talisman Armament for half a month without sleep nor rest was something that even he was unable to endure with his physical strength.

Moreover, for the sake of guaranteeing that the Talisman Armament would be refined successfully, his mind had always been focused on the Talisman Armament without slacking in the slightest, and he was completely like a drawn bow, causing the exhaustion he felt to be something that was utterly indescribable unless one experiences by one’s self.

But when he thought of the fruits of his refinement, even if he was exhausted to the limit, he still couldn’t help but feel a strand of excitement.

With a raise of his eyes, Chen Xi carefully sized up this ‘companion’ of his that had followed by his side for many years. The sword was 1m long, its body slender, strong, and pitch black like an expanse of limpid water in autumn, and it was simple and unsophisticated in appearance.

The fuller of the sword was heavy and protruding, whereas...