C487 Killing(1)

The warm glow of the campfire danced in the night as Jiang Xiaofan sat still on the ground, an array of iron ores meticulously laid out before him. With one hand propping up his chin, he sat cross-legged, lost in contemplation.

"Green Mountain Copper and Gui Li Black Iron don't seem to mesh well, and adding Fiery Melting Iron would compromise the axe handle's hardness..." He mused