It seems to have no opinion.
Fu Qian raised his hand, gesturing twice as he examined the forged gains, feeling a bit more satisfied with his naming ability for the moment.
This weapon in hand has come to be through many twists of fate, and such a name is quite fitting.
As for why it suddenly appeared in his palm with that movement just now?
Quite simply, it wasn't halfway through processing that he fled with the materials, but rather after the processing was complete, the finished product existed in that form.
Transcending time and space, vaguely similar to the Holy Infant Star encountered in the mission.
The difference lies in the faint bond between itself and him, allowing it to be summoned directly whenever he wishes to use it, and if he doesn't want it...
Fu Qian thrust his hand into the Void, and the next moment there, it was empty, as if the great sword had been plunged into an invisible beast's body.
