"Let Martial Uncle put in some effort to refine four thousand pieces, the rest will still be up to me."
Zhao Feng reacted:
"Do you have enough incense fire?"
Wang Ba shook his head slightly:
"Currently, it's not enough, but in another ten or twenty years, it should be about right."
Seeing Wang Ba's confidence, Zhao Feng felt relieved.
Yet Wang Ba's heart felt heavier.
The incense fire accumulated over ten to twenty years from the beings in Little Cang World, plus Ling Weizi's constant refining, barely managed to support one session of Fanming's rest. To accumulate enough for refining the Hanging Magical Instrument for a lasting effect, it would likely take quite some time.
The key is, he still needs to reserve a portion of the incense fire to deal with crises that might arise from the Outer Realm at any time.
