"If I could deeply understand the structure of the clay bowl, I could perhaps speed up a bit more.
Or, I could try to make the spiritual energy more intense and instantly fire it into a porcelain bowl."
Zhang Feng took the bowl floating in mid-air, drinking water while summarizing the gains and losses.
After drinking, the bowl did not turn back into mud.
Zhang Feng tucked it into his chest pocket and continued towards the direction of the city.
...
Evening.
He arrived at an inn.
Having walked a long way, Zhang Feng had sorted out his thoughts on this heating and the bowl.
Ultimately, it was still the quality of his spiritual energy that was lacking, the quality of his spiritual thought was lacking.
If the current 1.15 spiritual thought could be transformed to 2.15.
Plus high-quality spiritual energy, or a massive compression of spiritual energy.
The temperature that would erupt should definitely be sufficient.
