Inside a forging room at the Blacksmith Association in Shrek City.
Tang Wulin tightly gripped his two Thousand Refinement Silver Hammers. Though he loved forging more than anything and could never stop once he got into the rhythm, his face was now clouded with worry.
The furnace had already been turned up to its highest temperature. Yet it was still nowhere near hot enough to forge dark adamantine silver.
Somewhat embarrassed, Tang Wulin hurriedly took the comprehensive encyclopedia of metals Jiang Mingyuan had given him out of his Storage Soul Tool.
Sure enough, the entry on dark adamantine silver mentioned that it required a specially made, extremely high-temperature furnace to heat it for forging.
Tang Wulin looked around the forging room he had paid a hefty sum to rent. In the end, he could not help feeling a little sting in his wallet.
"No. I promised Brother Yuan, so I have to do it." Tang Wulin gathered up all his belongings in the forging room, pushed open the door, and hurried out.
At the reception desk.
The staff member was slumped over the desk, idly shirking work out of sheer boredom.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, startling him into a jolt. He hastily sat up straight.
"Hello, welcome to the Shrek City Blacksmith Association. How may I hel... Oh? You're the gentleman who just rented a forging room." Once the staff member got a clear look at Tang Wulin's face, he immediately remembered that he had come by only a dozen or so minutes ago.
Tang Wulin said somewhat sheepishly:
"Hello. Um, I wanted to ask whether you have a forging furnace with a higher temperature."
The question left the staff member bewildered. He pulled a form out of a drawer and checked it from top to bottom.