Li Yuan's mind was already blank.
But even so, he still did his best to forge the iron before him, feeling as if "completing it means victory, regardless of its quality..."
After the pounding was done.
The molten state of the steel had long disappeared.
He continued wielding the hammer, continuing to pound it, and only stopped after hundreds of cold strikes, then carefully quenched it.
Blue smoke rose, Master Zhu glanced at it and said, "To reach this level on your first try, it's not bad.
Next, we will repeat this step until... you can clearly distinguish the sounds of these fifty-five metals and place them in their rightful positions, thereby achieving overall fetal movement.
Li Yuan nodded.
...
Autumn leaves fluttered, withered and yellow all over the sky.
The young man was forging iron.
Sweat and focus woven into effort.
In a flash, two months passed...
Light snow like salt, gently sprinkling a white layer over the mountains and rivers.
