The heat from the forge washed over Liam's face the moment he stepped in front of it. The air inside the blacksmith shop felt heavy, filled with smoke, small fiery sparks from the furnace and the thick scent of burning coal. The flames glowed bright orange, flickering steadily with each gust of heat.
Master Han stood several steps back with his arms folded across his chest. His expression was calm but sharp. His apprentice, Luo, stayed beside him, unsure of what he was about to witness.
All he was waiting for Liam was for him to finish up with his fiasco, so that he can mock him without stop.
Today's going to be fun. He dare to call my master's work a defect. He will regret.
Liam had no idea what Luo was thinking. And even if he did, he wouldn't care.
He rested one hand on the furnace frame. The metal was hot but harmless to him. This was one of the perks of his bond with Yanxia and the Primordial Forge Authority. Anything flame related can't hurt him in the slightest.
