Ou Yangming's eyes lit up. He cast a grateful look at Bai Zhiyi, then he fixed his gaze on the dancing flame.
Bai Zhiyi still did not adopt any concealing technique when he smithed; it was as though he was not worried about other people noticing anything at all. In actual fact, apart from Ou Yangming, who was a freak that possessed the Phoenix Fire, other blacksmiths could only use the elder's skills as references as they could neither grasp nor learn them fully.
If smithing art's knowledge could be mastered so easily, blacksmiths in the world would not be so precious.
As Bai Zhiyi's fire kept flickering, the lusters in Ou Yangming's eyes became brighter. He curled his lips as a child that obtained his or her most-desired toy, so much so that his body quivered a little. Moreover, the young fellow's hands were sometimes bent and sometimes straight as if he lost control of his body.
