"Snap."
A crisp sound of finger snapping resonated.
A flame, as delicate as a candlelight, quietly appeared between the Taoist boy's thumb and middle finger.
He flicked it towards the four-holed pill furnace in front of him, and the small flame fluttered uncertainly to the bottom of the furnace.
The two women beside Jin Xu held hands and scurried on tiptoes to the other end of the sparring field, three hundred meters away.
They began to watch with both caution and safety.
The young Taoist caught sight of the women's movements from the corner of his eye and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In the past, when the two had been too close, they had been blown away by the blast wave of an explosion, seemingly leaving behind a psychological shadow.
He no longer paid attention to the actions of the women.
At this moment, the Late Year Cold Iron Furnace, built from Late-year Cold Iron, began to slowly change from black to red under the heating of the tiny flame.
