Elder Lang, Ember Sword Family

'Ding,

          Refined a common rank 1 sword.

'Aah'

'Finally….I refined a weapon,'

In the weapon refining room, Henrick heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the normal sword he refined in the forging sand mould.

For the current him, the 'Ding' sound in his head was so good that he was unable to express it in words.

'How many refinements, did  I fail before this?'

After taking a short break, Henrick tried to remember how many refinements he had failed to refine one rank 1 sword.

'Ding,

          Master failed 18 weapon refinements prior to the successful refinement.

Just as he was thinking about it, the system gave the answer.

'Oh...18 fails? Looks like I wasted more metal blocks than I thought,'

Henrick looked at the remaining 80 metal blocks to his left and shook his head with a bitter look on his face.