BANG!

With every strike of the hammer, metallic fragments flew out. Those fragments varied from about the size of a thumb to a single grain of cereal.

“Is this really fun? How do you play?” Mo Nian took up the hammer and struck a few times. Zhao Ritian screamed with every strike, delighting Mo Nian. He started to smash more and more.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Suddenly, Guo Ran cried out. Mo Nian had struck too much. Fewer and fewer fragments were flying out, and the final two strikes didn’t even produce a sound from Zhao Ritian. “You can’t keep hitting, or he’ll die. Then my precious cornucopia will be gone.”

Guo Ran hastily put away the forging table. Sensing Zhao Ritian’s weak aura, he relaxed. “It’s a good thing this fellow’s quite tough. He won’t die so easily.”

“Nice job, Guo Ran. This forging table of yours actually has such a use?” Mo Nian looked at the forging table curiously.

Even Long Chen was quite surprised by this. Guo Ran explained, “This forging table actually has many runes that I haven’t...