“I’m jealous?” Feng Wu smiled. “If I remember correctly, even Master Rong Yang can fail when he’s forging a formidable weapon. Am I right?”
Zuo Qingyu sounded very confident when she said, “I wouldn’t worry if I were you. Master Rong Yang is the most outstanding refiner, and with his efforts, the dragon scale dagger is going…”
Just then, boom!
There was the sound of a loud explosion.
They turned in unison, only to see heavy smoke rising up into the sky!
Feng Wu was thrilled. This was what she had been waiting for, albeit it was happening later than she had expected.
“What was that?”
“What happened?”
“Where is it?”
“If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that where Master Rong Yang forges his weapons?!”
Everyone was speaking in astonishment.
The old steward had dashed off already, and Zuo Qingyu immediately ran after him.
“Let’s go have a look.”
Grabbing Chaoge by the arm, Feng Wu led her in that direction as well.
The explosion was so loud that all hell had broken loose in the Rong manor, as everyone rushed to the inner courtyard.
Feng Wu arrived there to find dark smoke billowing and flames leaping out of the well.
“Cough, cough —”
Supported by his servants, Master Rong Yang scrambled out of the well.
His hair was disheveled and partially scorched, and the fire had left holes in his clothes, which made him such a sorry sight.
The old steward rushed over to steady Master Rong Yang.
“Master, Master —”
The master felt weak and was panting a little. He then pointed at the well. “My forging materials, quickly…”
The old steward wanted to go inside, but the smoke was simply too thick. Even just moving a little closer to the well brought tears to his eyes, let alone climbing down into it.
Other people also tried, but as soon as they got close, the smoke and fire forced them back.
Feng Wu had been down there before and knew that Master Rong Yang kept all his precious forging materials on the shelf on the right.
Feng Wu found it such a waste of an opportunity if she didn’t make good use of the situation.
She took out a mask and handed it to the old steward. “Put this on. It’ll keep the smoke out.”
It was the same kind of mask Feng Wu had given Chaoge in the forest previously.
The old steward wouldn’t believe Feng Wu and glared at her. “You shouldn’t be here! Go away! Someone, take her aw—”
“What if it works?” Feng Wu smiled at the old steward. “Are you sure you don’t even want to try?”
The old steward was flustered.
Feng Wu was still smiling. “Doesn’t Master Rong Yang have a lot of precious materials down there?”
She had seen them herself and knew that they were indeed very precious.
“Just try it.”
By then, Master Rong Yang had finally returned to himself. He glanced at Feng Wu and told the old steward, “Give it a try.”
All the materials would be lost if they didn’t try, but what if they succeeded?
The old steward threw a dirty look at Feng Wu, but in the end, he still snatched the mask out of her hand and handed it to Yuan. “Try it.”
Yuan quickly put the mask on.
The mask covered his entire face, but the part over the eyes was transparent, and one could see through it.
Without thinking, Yuan rushed into the fire.
He ran back out a moment later, holding a basket. In it were none other than the materials.
“You saved them? Really?!” The old steward was so excited that he was in tears.
