Elder Ling forced a bitter smile, his eyes unexpectedly showing a hint of redness.
Years of dreams, cruelly shattered just at the moment of realization! For a super craftsman like him, it was a pain worse than death.
Su Chen looked at Elder Ling's lost and desolate appearance and panicked, "Grandmaster Ling, don't be sad, if the Supreme is gone, we can just find another opportunity to forge it again."
"There won't be another chance, my only piece of Supreme Profound Iron is already used up..."
Elder Ling shook his head sorrowfully, then turned away in disappointment, slowly walking towards the depths of the first floor of the Sword Casting Pavilion.
It wasn't until his figure merged with the darkness that Su Chen came to his senses, ran over to pick up the longsword, and began to tremble all over.
The anticipated glorious success had, in the end, turned into such a blood-colored gloom that Su Chen still found it hard to accept this reality.
