The iron ingot on the forging table was pitch-black in nature, yet it acquired a distinctive texture, with dark red glimmers of light seemingly flowing over its surface. And there seemed to be faint golden dragon patterns appearing and disappearing.
The shrinked iron ingot was only the size of a fist. But was this still the same mundane iron from before? It was completely different!
Lan Xuanyu stared blankly at this scene. It was simply too unbelievable. This was a miracle created by Uncle Le!
Master Le was also silently observing the metal. He could clearly feel that this was not his best work, as after all, it was originally just a piece of mundane iron. Yet even as mundane iron, in his hands, it seemed to have entered into a special state.
