Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...
Hiss...
Ten days later, inside the Blacksmith Room.
Xia Hong, Luo Yuan, Xia Chuan, and Zhao Long, all shirtless, were hammering away at the iron ingot on the furnace, the clanging of the hammer echoing incessantly;
On the left side of the room, several people from the Craftsmen Workshop submerged the red-hot iron ingot into a wooden barrel filled with clear water, which immediately generated billowing smoke. Once the temperature of the iron ingot cooled, they promptly sent it to the furnace, handing it over to Xia Hong and the others for further hammering;
On the right side of the room, Mu Dong was directing two people to stretch one end of the Teng Jiao Spine tightly while pulling the other end himself, installing the spine onto the already forged Iron Core Bow.
At the doorway, people were constantly coming in and out, some delivering Iron Ore, while others stretched their necks to see if a new bow had come out of the forge.
