Ou Yangming smiled and asked, "Little fella, you're interested in this?"
The young fellow had to use his Military Fire when he smithed earlier, but he did not expect that he would draw the little bird's attention once he was done. 'Can the little fella understand smithing art?' Ou Yangming pondered again and was relieved.
Given the little bird's red light, which was released when it self-ignited, could trigger the Military Fire, it meant that the bird's power and the fire could echo each other at a distance. If that was the case, it would not be difficult for it to respond to the smithing of equipment too.
Ou Yangming moved his wrist again to release a red light. As the Military Fire flickered, he continued to melt another bizarre stone.
Nonetheless, it was then when the little bird flapped its wings and flew to the front of Ou Yangming, then it entered the red Military Fire recklessly.
