He thus heated and shaped the "mixture," spewing flames to raise the temperature.
He cheerfully started firing up the "ceramics."
"What is she doing?"
Outside the wall, the police officers looked puzzled.
"Not satisfied with boiling, she's planning to bake it?"
"But why mix in soil then?"
"In the world of the mentally ill, if you could understand them, then you would be mentally ill yourselves."
Time ticked away by the minute.
Inside the furnace, the "ceramics" were shaped by Chen Yu into a "pot" using gravity.
After about an hour of burning, when he felt it was enough, he extinguished the fire and retrieved the object.
He set it on the ground to cool.
Not fully understanding the "firing" process,
he also mixed in some "strange" substances.
The pot was a peculiar color, charred black with numerous cracks all over it.
But Chen Yu didn't care.
Seeing the title above the pot—[Inferior Ceramics]—he knew he was about to succeed.