Jing Wei seemed to be lost in his work and was continuously talking to himself. He would scream at some times, and whisper at others. It was extremely strange and if any normal person saw it, they would certainly think that the old man had gone senile.
But if a person with some insights into spirit tool refinement and weapon forging heard them, they would feel their whole world view shake. Each and every sentence of Old Man Jing was filled with a deep meaning that many others would take thousands of others to reach.
~BOOM~
And just as Jing Wei was working on a slab of metal, it suddenly exploded.
"DAMMIT! THE HEAT IS STILL NOT ENOUGH!!" he cursed.
Gritting his teeth, he slammed his fists on the ingots of metal kept on the side in frustration.
~DENG~
The ingots were directly bent from the force, but after a few seconds, they reformed into their original form.
"Again!" Old man Jing said and waved his hand.
