There was no need to overthink things. In order to figure out if the fire in the forge could actually be used to melt Dragon Bird, Zhao Changhe did not actually need to listen to anything she said, he just needed to observe her reaction. If Dragon Bird could truly not be melted in this forge, she would have simply scoffed dismissively and lazily boasted. But seeing as she got worked up, then it was clearly hot enough.0

Still, it was curious. Xia Longyuan had used the Southern Li Fire, yet this fire, seemingly of an entirely different nature, was also strong enough to work. What exactly was this fire’s origin and properties?0

Forget it. A test will reveal the truth…0

Cui Wenjing watched intently, practically holding his breath, as Zhao Changhe drew out the fragments of the Qinghe Sword. The usually composed and refined patriarch now looked visibly tense, his features slightly contorted—a far cry from his usual dignified self.0

Zhao Changhe cast him a sidelong glance. “With all due respect, Uncle, your presence here might actually be a hindrance. You weren’t present when the four divine swords of the mountains and rivers turned on their supposed masters, but trust me, if you had been, you’d probably have...0