Hong's Ironsmith Shop.
"Mr. Hong, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lin Miao brought the bottle containing the "gu" to his patient, Mr. Hong, the blacksmith.
The knife he had was forged by Mr. Hong and was very handy to use.
"Mr. Lin, you don't have to be so polite with me. This illness, if it weren't for you, no one would have thought it was heatstroke..."
Who would have thought of heatstroke in the middle of winter?
If not for his unique profession, he wouldn't have thought of it either. Working long hours in a high-temperature environment, even when it's extremely cold outside, there's still a possibility of heatstroke.
Lin Miao threw the box made of zitan wood, along with the bottle inside, into the furnace that was burning at over a thousand degrees.
Not long after.
There was a cracking sound, the zitan wood box shattered, but the bottle of unknown material inside remained intact.
He instructed the apprentices to operate the bellows.
