CLINK...
CLANG!
In front of the forge.
Shirtless, Zhu Ju wore a grave expression as he wielded a massive hammer, striking the Magical Artifact before him again and again.
Sparks flew with every fall of the massive hammer.
After a long while.
HISSSS...
As the red-hot Magical Artifact was plunged into the Extreme Cold Ice Crystal, thick white smoke billowed from the point of contact.
"That's about it."
Though a woman, Ding Gui's voice was coarse and hoarse. Her gaze fell upon the Magical Artifact, and she nodded in satisfaction.
"In less than two years, you've managed to master the Artifact Refining Skill to such a realm. You're a true prodigy in this field."
"If you weren't the Furnace Tripod of a True Disciple, I'd definitely ask a sect senior to help you change your station."
"Oh?" Zhu Ju straightened up.
"Is that possible?"
"Of course!" Ding Gui said in her gruff voice.
