"This thing is really small and exquisite, a fine little toy!" Zhang Tuowei leaned in, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chen's small stove, blinking with curiosity.
In this world there were no fireproof materials, nor any such thing as a small stove.
Zhang Chen smiled lightly at his words. "Good as it is, you can't really make use of it."
Disappointment flashed across Zhang Tuowei's face at that, while Chengyu pointed at Zhang Chen's small stove, a grave look in her eyes. "I can feel it—inside your little stove, a terrifying power is brewing. Once it erupts, it'll definitely bring a catastrophe of slaughter to all living beings."
"You can sense the power inside my Alchemy Furnace?" Zhang Chen's face showed surprise.
