Reshaping steel was nothing much because Ou Yangming had done the same many times when he practiced carving runes.
It was when a rune began to surface on the steel mold that everyone else began to look enlightened.
In actuality, the people who were present knew Ou Yangming must have comprehended something to have visited the military camp. Nonetheless, before a rune was drawn and before its function was tested, nobody believed he could achieve the nearly impossible target.
That said, even when their rationality was telling them Ou Yangming could not succeed, the look in their eyes kept changing according to the dancing Military Fire. Through their eyes, it was clear that deep down they had strong anticipation.
Ou Yangming was their greatest or perhaps their final hope.
If even the young fellow, who kept working miracles, could not improve runes, they knew they could not count on anyone else.
