Seeing that Yuan Ming had not been directly pulled down, a hint of appreciation flashed in Fang Ge's eyes, but it quickly returned to normal as he spoke, "First, watch carefully how I demonstrate, then you will try it yourself."
Speaking, he skillfully lit the fire and added charcoal. As the flames brightened, he grabbed a handful of yellow powder and sprinkled it into the fire pit.
With a "whoosh,"
a burst of red and yellow flames surged up from the fire pit, reflecting against Fang Ge's sharply defined face, bathing it in a ruddy glow and instantly doubling the temperature around him.
"This is ignition powder, made of sulfur, saltpetre, and other materials, saving quite a bit of time. You will only practice forging today, so let's use a rough iron ingot that has been smelted ahead."
As he spoke, Fang Ge picked up a block of iron ingot the size and thickness of a brick and placed it in the fire pit to heat.
Soon, the iron ingot became red-hot.
