Wei Yuan: "To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools..."
"A fierce witch only needs muscles!"
Wei Yuan: "There are times when Witch Power runs out; if you need to borrow strength, then borrow it, follow the natural order..."
"A fierce witch doesn't need the heavens!"
"Speak properly to me!"
"A fierce witch never speaks nicely..."
Wei Yuan extracted an iron plate from under the hooves of Extreme Dao.
Practicing Desolate Language didn't hinder Wei Yuan from working; he made Extreme Dao forge iron for several hours, using seven or eight different Iron Forging Techniques, and finally forged this iron plate that radiated a faint reddish glow. The cost was almost breaking Extreme Dao's legs.
The iron plate flowed with a faint fiery sheen, and its purity was far superior to that rotten small iron knife of Extreme Dao. True Desolate Iron, once it reaches a certain purity, turns out to be dark red in color.
