The entrance alternated between warmth and chill, with white steam billowing.
"Good morning, Incense Master Fang!"
"Incense Master Fang, you've arrived!"
Inside the Forging Room, most of the blacksmiths had already arrived and were busy at work; seeing Fang Zhixing, they all nodded and bowed to greet him.
"Mm, good morning to you all!"
Fang Zhixing nodded in greeting and then undid his heavy cloak, throwing it aside before Drawing Sword from its sheath and throwing it into the furnace.
After that, he made a trip to the warehouse to help Mo Tongjing collect a set of forging materials.
During this process, he took a bit more of the materials.
The consumption of forging materials was always high; a moment of inattention could ruin an entire batch of materials.
While there was a record of how much was taken, no one minded if a little more or a little less was taken.
Thus, Fang Zhixing very smoothly got his hands on Bin Iron, Mithril, and Geng Gold, and it was all free.