Zhao Zuo placed the Spirit Iron into a crucible and heated it, letting the high temperature turn it to liquid. In the meantime, he took out the mold and gave it a quick wipe, ensuring the inside was clean and completely free of dust.
Then, he placed the Spirit Pen and Spirit Ink nearby, at the ready.
"His Artifact Refining process is orderly and methodical," Chen Luowen commented with a hint of excitement.
"Let's wait and see. This is just the most basic prep work," Steward Huang retorted. He didn't actually think poorly of Zhao Zuo; he was just arguing out of habit due to an old grudge with Chen Luowen.
In the chamber, the Spirit Iron in the crucible had melted into a silvery liquid. Bubbles of varying sizes occasionally rose to the surface, shimmering with a faint Spiritual Light.
