Upon seeing Gongye Heng's techniques, he realized that the other party had already reached a state of divine craftsmanship in the art of forging.
Glancing at Gongye Yue, the latter's attention was completely captivated by Gongye Heng's movements, his eyes not blinking at all.
Shaking his head, Shen Changqing dispelled the distractions in his mind and refocused his gaze on Gongye Heng.
Although he was not a forger, the scene before him would be a rare opportunity for those who were. Giving up such a chance was not something he wished to do lightly. Observe more, learn more. You never know when it might prove useful.
Time elapsed. With each hammer strike from Gongye Heng, the glowing red iron bar gently vibrated, and tiny impurities, nearly imperceptible, were gradually being expelled.
As he continued, the flames within the furnace seemed to fall under a certain influence. Tongues of fire leaped from the furnace, then morphed into the outline of a Fierce Beast.
