Without hesitation, Shu Lan retrieved many precious forging materials from her storage ring. For several days in a row, she studied the weapon refiner's manual and attempted to forge a precious sword.

In order to forge a better quality sword, Shu Lan even frequently traveled to the Ochre Flame Peak of Venerable Lieyang. Venerable Lieyang was skilled in forging. Therefore, Shu Lan often consulted Venerable Lieyang.

As things continued like this, Qin An didn't see Shu Lan for three to five days in a row, and he felt quite depressed.

That day, Kong Xiang came to apologize to Qin An again, but Qin An still refused him.

“Qin An, I now know that the bamboo sword was forged for you by your master. I am truly sorry for this, and I will compensate you with a Xuan-grade sword. Can you forgive me?” With that, Kong Xiang handed the Xuan-grade sword to Qin An.

Qin An did not take the sword, but simply said, "I don't need it, you can take it away from me."

"Then can you forgive me?"

Qin An remained silent and continued practicing his swordsmanship.

Seeing that Qin An was ignoring him, Kong Xiang stood to the side, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Xiao An." At that moment, Shu Lan returned.

Qin An immediately stopped practicing his swordsmanship and ran to Shu Lan.

"Master, you're finally back." Qin An hugged Shu Lan's waist and rubbed his head against her chest.

"Xiao An, look what this is?" Shu Lan took out a Heavenly-grade sword and handed it to Qin An. The sword was entirely golden-red, and it shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Is this...is this for me?" Qin An's eyes lit up immediately, filled with excitement.

"Of course, who else would I give it to if not you?" Shu Lan stroked Qin An's nose with her finger. "This is a top-grade Heavenly Sword, and it already has a bit of spirituality. I believe it will definitely be a good companion for you."

"This, this is too precious! Master, you should use this sword!" Qin An did not take the sword, but pushed it towards Shu Lan.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shu Lan shoved the sword into Qin An's hand. "What I promised you, you can have."

"Thank you, Master." Qin An gently stroked the hilt of the sword, a warm current flowing through his heart, along with a complex and indescribable emotion. "I will cherish it." He would certainly not let his master down.