"Woosh…"
The Military Fire's light scattered and melted the materials, which was transformed into a unique mold accordingly.
About 20 blacksmiths were in this smithing workshop, and they focused on carrying out the same task. These blacksmiths were the most prestigious in the capital for specializing in rune carving. Among them, the lowest-ranked blacksmith was an Advanced Blacksmith, and a Superior Blacksmith supervised the team.
Every Advanced Blacksmith spared no effort in refining molds at the moment, whereas the only Superior Blacksmith, Fu Taihong, kept mumbling while he held a rune drawing in the backyard.
Fu Taihong slapped his thigh after a long time and exclaimed, "I see, I get it now!"
"Hehe, Brother Fu, what did you understand?" A burst of hearty laughter was heard as Jin Shengjie and Wu Hongxi arrived cheerfully. A quiet young man followed behind them.
