Lavel's refinery could be called a form of art. It gave Lao Wang the feeling that it had gone beyond the scope of refinery. The sounds of hammering, fire, and refinery inside the house were like a pleasant melody when they mixed together. Her seemingly casual actions of raising the hammer, smelting the equipment, carving the equipment, and so on seemed like the steps to a graceful South African dance, leaving Wang Zhong in awe and making him forget what she was doing. He was attracted by the scenes and sounds in this room, as if he was admiring a large-scale stage performance.
She had perfected the techniques. Wang Zhong felt as if he had witnessed his path through Senior Lavel's refinery process… Obviously, this feeling had a very large impact on Lao Wang, and he quickly entered a trance. His soul was traveling in a mysterious space, sensing the source of all techniques in this world and comprehending their essence, yet forgetting about the techniques themselves…