The ownership of the Nanming Fire Furnace is tied to many significant interests. But in Shen Hongyao's heart, what matters more is the desire for progress.
Today, Shen Hongyao is still in a red skirt, resembling a blazing flame.
Her steps are swift, the hem of her skirt fluttering behind like a butterfly.
She walked to the pink light beam, stopped, reached into her sleeve, and took out a pill furnace.
The pill furnace wasn't large, about half a person's height, with three legs and two ears. It was dark red in color, with patterns of red medicine flowers engraved on its body. Copper bells hung from the ears, and vine-like patterns coiled around the legs.
There were scorch marks on several parts of it, cracks on the ears, and repair marks on the legs.
In fact, this pill furnace, having weathered many storms, had been with Shen Hongyao for decades, survived countless explosions, and was repeatedly repaired by her.
