Whew...
Outside the workshop walls, the wind howled furiously.
Inside the workshop, the light was dim.
The huge metal trough was filled with murky liquid.
In the liquid, streaks of pill fire darted around like fish.
There were also slices of orange floating around, occasionally getting singed by the pill fire.
"Do you see these filthy, cotton-like substances inside?
"Be careful, use a bamboo pole to fish them out. While they're still wet, quickly burn them with this green pill fire!"
Bai Mo squatted beside the trough, holding a bamboo pole in one hand and a torch in the other, demonstrating a brand new method for making membrane materials to the apprentices.
"See, it's twisting in the flame, turning into a roll, turning into a curled-up membrane!
"Alright, this is the golden threaded orange film!"
Nearby, the fox apprentices Da Chuixue and Little Black Mountain stared with wide eyes, intensely focused.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Oww oww oww!"
