"Woosh, woosh…"
Ou Yangming's Military Fire burned fiercely as it melted power ores one after another. Before long, Ou Yangming shook his wrist again to draw a new power ore from the ground and tossed it into his fire.
The spirit beasts around him could not hold it in anymore, and they began to whisper to one another.
"That's the tenth power ore, right?"
"Yes, that's the tenth."
"Do you think he'll succeed?"
"I think so. If not, why did Sir Venerable One personally invite him here?"
Unlike the spirit beasts, which were having a discussion, Bai Zhiyi and the 3 human blacksmiths looked grave.
Ou Yangming did not conceal his Military Fire, hence they could see everything clearly, but it was the exact reason they felt extremely strange.
