Even his gaze, did not dare to move from the Soul of Flames the slightest.
Hua Yao immediately brought a blue coloured high grade Spirit Stone he had prepared before Fan Zhuo's eyes. Fan Zhuo put down the silver blade he held in his hand and retrieved a tiny set of pincers from within his robes to hold the Spirit Stone in its grip, before placing it on top of the spirit ring that was gradually solidifying in shape.
Time slipped by, like sand through one's fingers. In seemingly just a blink of the eye, several hours had passed unnoticed, and a clear sheen of sweat could be seen covering Fan Zhuo's face.
"It's done!" As the smile that came upon Fan Zhuo's lips set, he immediately used the pincers to remove the reforged spirit ring, closed up the bronze ball to store the Soul of Flames away properly, and proceeded to put the still slightly steaming spirit ring onto the table on one side.
