On the platform, aside from the crackling sound of burning charcoal, it was very quiet.
The travelers lightened their breaths, afraid to make a noise and miss the clay figure's instructions, so Lin Baici's cry was jarringly loud.
Whoosh!
Everyone turned their heads to look at Lin Baici.
Lin Baici didn't speak immediately but stared at the clay figure, ready to abstain from any additional reminders if it reacted violently.
The clay figure turned its head to look at Lin Baici, its eyes, seemingly made of mud, expressed surprise.
It hadn't expected
that Lin Baici could remember every step of the clay figure's firing process.
"Time to reduce the charcoal!"
Lin Baici shouted.
"But this creature... this guy didn't give any instructions, right?"
The speaker was a man in his thirties, with patchy bald spots and swollen eyes.
"It must have omitted them on purpose!"
Lin Baici explained.
