Inside the Immortal Mansion, Jinbao was absorbed in his smithing. The hammer, weighing over a thousand pounds, was as light as a reed in his hands.
Beside him, Windmill Iron Ore was piled up like a small mountain. With a casual scoop, Jinbao grabbed a handful and tossed it into the furnace before him.
As the ore entered the furnace, it exploded in a shower of sparks. Some flew onto Jinbao's arm, but they only glanced off his black-and-white fur before falling away harmlessly.
Opposite Jinbao, a pillar of fire shot out from Nanli. This once-Golden Core beast had now been reduced to a mere tool-bird, providing the flames for the forge.
A moment later, as the amount of molten iron increased, Jinbao picked up the crucible, poured some out, and then continued to hammer away with all his might.
Only after hammering over a hundred pounds of molten iron into a finger-sized piece of Windmill Iron was the task finally complete.
"You two, come and eat."
