"Time, production, transformation..." Sun Hang muttered to himself, "I think I know where the problem lies."
"What do you mean?" Candle Dragon hurriedly asked.
"This thing might not be able to transform the finished product into a mysterious creature, but if it exerts influence during the production process..."
Sun Hang immediately put his idea into action—a ghostly blue flame ignited in his hand, and the stainless steel dining fork quickly melted into a ball of molten steel suspended in his palm.
Sun Hang began to imagine another shape in his mind, and meanwhile, the dark red square crystal was also lifted by an invisible force.
Seeing the crystal react, both Candle Dragon and Wang Xiyi, standing at a distance, held their breath.
The red crystal rotated a few times in mid-air, then pointed one of its corners at the reshaping fork... faintly, Sun Hang seemed to see a thin red light strip connecting the two together.
