For three continuous days, Qin Fan had holed up in his rented apartment, completely immersed in crafting a defensive artifact.
In the apartment, where the smell oscillated between fragrant and foul, a furnace had been incessantly heated by the One-Flavor True Fire day and night. It was only because Qin Fan constantly reinforced the furnace with his True Qi that it hadn't exploded long ago from the relentless flames.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—!
A few rhythmic sounds emanated from the furnace.
Qin Fan cracked a smile and heaved a long, relieved sigh.
It's finally done!
He reached out to remove the lid, and a scent that seemed to soothe the soul immediately wafted out. The moment the lid was lifted, a bracelet and a thumb ring suddenly floated into the air. Both were a solid, unadorned emerald green, but it was precisely this absence of patterns that gave them an extraordinary aura of nobility.
