Yang Yong looked around.
Most of the people around him looked bewildered.
Of course, Wang Ying still wore that cold expression, as though she had heard nothing.
Only a handful nodded thoughtfully.
Cao Xianming did not seem inclined to explain further. He merely repeated, "Forge a mirror first."
Yang Yong scratched his head.
Another crafting task with a specific target. These gave him the worst headaches.
"As long as it's a mirror, it'll do?
"Does it need any special abilities?"
"No.
"Actually, an ordinary mirror would work too."
Cao Xianming glanced at him, a meaningful look in his eyes. "It's just that... when you put it back in the furnace to reforge it afterward, an ordinary mirror will most likely be reduced to ash.
"And then that obsession inside it, which only just managed to take shape, will disappear along with it."
Yang Yong understood.
There was only one requirement... the material had to be tough enough.
That made things simple.
His mind instantly sank into the space within the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring. His consciousness rummaged around inside and soon settled on something.
It was a scale, fallen from some unknown Eerie.
Half the size of his palm, its surface was as smooth as a mirror and naturally reflected people's images.
With this material, a little simple refining would produce a Semi-Curio mirror.
That would do.
Yang Yong carefully pinched the scale between his fingers and put it into the Ten-Thousand-Forging Primordial Furnace.
The instant the tongues of flame licked up, he controlled their temperature as though brushing thin ice with a feather, afraid that one careless move would melt the thin scale into ash.
One minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
The scale lay quietly amid the flames without budging. Even its color had