Lin Yi smiled and didn't disturb the king of junk. He just quietly read the things he wrote down. There were all kinds of strange symbols and extremely complicated calculation formulas. Lin Yi was just a half-baked forger, so he couldn't understand it at all. He could only roughly tell that the guy was improving the formula, and it was related to the weapon he was forging.
At this moment, the situation in the tool-casting pool had not changed at all. It was still that unsightly lump of iron, and it still maintained a state of neither warmth nor fire. Occasionally, one or two bubbles would appear in the pool, but most of the time, it was like a pool of still water, and there were no signs of it being formed.
"Something's wrong! It was wrong! There must be a problem here, but where is the problem?" The king of junk suddenly frowned and mumbled, looking worried.