Miao Yi immediately peered inside the treasure basin, and he saw that the trident and melon hammer was already responding to the heat. They already had signs of melting, as droplets of silver light started to drip.
Yao Ruoxian’s clothes suddenly billowed all on their own; his hair and beard fluttered erratically as he faced the dancing flames inside the furnace. His small eyes became spirited and focused as he stared at the situation inside the furnace.
‘CLAP!’ Yao Ruoxian clapped his hands together; both his large sleeves slowly expanded and, as though they were blowpipes, began blowing wind into an opening.
All ten fingers on his hands were aimed at the opening, dancing about so swiftly that one would feel dizzy just looking at them.
