As Yang Ling was fantasizing about the resplendent past, a poof could be heard as flames appeared around Li Qiye’s hand.

“I’m about to refine a weapon.” He glanced at the flames with a smile.

“Really?” Yang Ling said: “Which cauldron are you picking? I’m afraid there are students waiting every day, you’ll have to line up.” 

“No, the one at the peak will do.” He said.

“The master cauldron? Young Master, It has been extinguished for who knows how many years, not even a little spark or any trace of heat are left.” 

“I’m here now, it’ll be there.”...