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Yuan looked equally excited. Taking off the mask, he told the old steward, "This mask is great! With it, I don't have to worry about getting smoke in my eyes, and I can run around freely in the fire."

The old steward couldn't help but glance at Feng Wu.

He was surprised that the girl's mask had worked.

Master Rong Yang glanced at Feng Wu as well and said, "I've never seen her here before."

The old steward had no choice but to introduce Feng Wu to Master Rong Yang. "She's Feng Wu from the imperial capital, and she wants you to build a weapon for her."

The mention of her request brought a frustrated look to Master Rong Yang's face.

"God —"

He heaved a long sigh. "How am I supposed to forge anything when my work area has been destroyed?"

"What if I can extinguish the fire for you?" Feng Wu smiled at the master.

The old steward glared at Feng Wu. "Who gave you permission to speak? Shut up!"

Master Rong Yang waved him off.