In Gusu City in the south of the Yangtze River, Shen Hanqiu's reputation is unknown to everyone.
Shen Hanqiu's reputation was great, and the swords he forged were even more famous.
In Crouching Tiger Alley, the bells of Hanshan Temple sway through the morning mist. Blue-gray skylight leaked into the forge through the window lattice, cutting out diamond-shaped spots on the anvil.
Shen Hanqiu's hand holding the forging hammer paused, and sparks splashed on the stone slab, leaving a few scorch marks.
To the outside world, he no longer forged swords, only harpoons. This is his third year of sealing the furnace.
"Ding——" The unformed blade on the anvil glowed dark red, like a solidified blood scab. In three years, this was the first time he made an exception. He held the fate of his nephew, the three-year-old Xiangzi, in his hands.
Concept: An inch of iron can be broken, but integrity cannot be broken