"Why are you asking? Don't even think about getting your hands on my furnace." Shen Luo immediately grew wary.
"Of course not... I just feel this furnace and I share quite a bond. Look..." Elder Man Bo said sheepishly.
Before he could finish, the Free-and-Easy Mirror flashed inside Shen Luo's sleeve, and he put the Netherfire Refining Furnace away.
"Ah... Fellow Daoist Shen, that hurts a little. I wasn't suggesting anything. I only wondered whether I might borrow your furnace someday when refining high-grade Puppet Armor," Elder Man Bo said with a sigh when he saw this.
"Then we'll discuss it someday," Shen Luo replied with a smile, refusing to budge.
"Ah, so guarded. It wounds our friendship..." Elder Man Bo could only wave his hand helplessly.
The others smiled without speaking. After all, they had turned the tables and won the second round when everyone had thought defeat was certain. At last, they could breathe a sigh of relief; otherwise, there would have been no need to contest the third round.
"Che Qingtian and his people clearly came prepared this time. Hou Shan's actions just now were plainly more than an accident. I doubt winning tomorrow's contest will be easy either," Elder Fu said.
"No matter. I'll take the field myself tomorrow. With a little care, I don't expect to lose," Elder Wuming said.
"Judging from the first two contests, these people aren't inclined to follow the rules. We should still be on our guard," Shen Luo said, unable to suppress his concern.
"Yes. Tonight, I need to go into seclusion and focus on making a few more improvements to my Puppet Armor, just in case," Elder Wuming said with a nod.
"Should I stand guard for you, to keep them from trying any underhanded tricks?" Elder Fu asked.