Chapter 90 Not Stupid to the End

Several days later, early morning.

Before 5 a.m. arrived, the clanking sounds of hammering emanated from the Fire Workshop.

In a casting house, steam rose in clouds as Yuan Ming, bare-chested, gripped the casting hammer and continuously struck the iron ingot on the anvil, bright red sparks scattering in all directions.

His expression was focused, his eyes locked onto the iron ingot, as if nothing else existed in his sight.

His arms and the casting hammer moved in seamless unison, what appeared to be merely a grasp was in fact the subtle operation of the Exorcism Technique, channeling Mana into the hammer, creating an extension of his body.

Yuan Ming hammered down one blow after another, increasing speed, inching closer to his target.

"Clang, clang, clang…"

The urgent sounds resonated like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, eventually forming a distinctive rhythm.

Eight hundred thirty-seven, eight hundred thirty-eight…