The furnace's surroundings were yellow, flickering slightly. Then clouds were written around it, which was simple. On the furnace top, there were four fierce people, all of them looking at each other. There were three feet under the tripod, and the tune was like dragon claws.
Amidst the astonished gazes, the furnace slowly rose from the ground. When the furnace fully started, the bracket of the "pulling" machine stopped turning.
When the furnace stopped its search, Shen Tuj pressed a high chair and only heard the sound of "problem." Under the furnace, a flame suddenly rose. The flame was purplish-blue, quite terrifying. Under the urging of the cry, it was like an ethereal dance, a rather strange feeling growing in people's hearts.
