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Five days had passed and Mo Feng was expressionless. Master Ye's refining speed was neither fast nor slow, but it could be said that he had refined it in a circle. Even now, there were no problems with the raw materials, everything went smoothly.

"It should be cool now." Mo Feng thought, the tool cauldron s were just like a lump of magma, they could be molded once