Although he was not close to Tong Mingshan, he knew him. People had shouted Tong Mingshan's name, then suddenly fallen silent. Could it have something to do with him?
The moment he opened his eyes, he looked toward Tong Mingshan. One glance told him what had caused the cries and the silence.
At the bottom of the refining material Tong Mingshan held, near his palm, a hazy radiance was also blooming. What did that mean?
Was Tong Mingshan also refining a true exquisite heart?
How was that possible?
Judging by the way Tong Mingshan was shaping it as a single whole, could he know the same refining method? He immediately dismissed the thought. He could not sense Tong Mingshan harnessing that unseen power, and his technique did not look like it either.
Yet that radiance was enough to prove that the refractive spaces refined within the material had reached a certain degree of complexity and transparency. Otherwise, this material could hardly have given off a seven-colored glow.
Seeing the spectators around him turn their eyes toward the mirror projection overhead, he could not resist looking up too, wondering what they were watching. Only then did he realize that their viewing angle on the ground was too limited: they could see only one side. The Sky-Gazing Mirror's projection overhead, seemingly out of curiosity, kept changing angles to examine the object in Tong Mingshan's hand, almost circling it completely. Only its underside and the side blocked by Tong Mingshan remained unseen.
Precisely because it had circled around, Li Hongjiu discovered to his astonishment that, if Tong Mingshan really was refining a true exquisite heart, his method differed from everyone else's. They all divided it into sections and refined one section at a time.
That included Li Hongjiu himself. Even when forming it