"No."
The Old Ghost Hunter glared at Yi Lin.
Right.
This axe, it's very light.
Abnormally light, in fact.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just a matter of rust, but rather the rust had penetrated deep into the core.
Even an axe soaked in a swamp for over a decade would, after being pulled out and wiped down, likely be sharper than the one Yi Lin was holding.
Yi Lin estimated that even if he tried to sharpen it, he might still have trouble splitting a wooden plank.
This was no longer a matter of sharpening - the axe was beyond salvage.
It had to be discarded.
Yi Lin's pupils contracted slightly.
But clearly, the Old Ghost Hunter had used this rusty axe to split that piece of firewood into planks.
Yi Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to fathom the Old Ghost Hunter's intentions.
"Kid, you can try using your own blade," the Old Ghost Hunter said, noticing Yi Lin "stuck" in place, kindly reminding him.