Yuyan revealed her longing eyes and asked, "My king, what about mine?"
Sun Wukong was at a loss for words, "Don't you have a Pill Furnace?"
"That's for alchemy. Do you really think that thing could be used to hit people?" Yuyan rolled her eyes, "Although it indeed can, it would get damaged, you know?"
"Well, actually, that furnace has been tempered by the Nanming Li Fire during your alchemy sessions and it's a bit harder than you might think." Seeing Yuyan's eyes narrow to slits, Sun Wukong quickly changed his tune, "Let's be serious, bring out that alchemy furnace of yours."
Yuyan took out the tripod with three legs from her Qiankun Bag.
Sun Wukong reached in and took out the gold and silver ring from the bottom, saying, "This item is a byproduct of your alchemy and is the prototype of a magical artifact. With your abilities, who knows how long it will take to fully form it. I shall help you catalyze it to hasten its emergence."
