Serpent Ancestor

A moment later, the Master of Fire Refinement held the spirit stone and used a secret method to start infusing the soft armor. Soon, the infusion was complete, and the runes on the snake scale armor lit up, with a faint layer of green light appearing on the outside of the armor before quickly disappearing.

”Not bad,” the Master of Fire Refinement said, satisfied as he carefully inspected the armor. A bald man immediately brought over a clay teacup filled with bright red tea.

After setting down the armor, the Master of Fire Refinement picked up the teacup and took a sip. Then, he stood up and stretched his muscles.

”Turn around, turn around,” Yuan Ming silently urged. Unfortunately, his thoughts couldn’t influence the Master of Fire Refinement, who simply stretched his waist before sitting down again. Yuan Ming estimated that the time for his possession was about to end, and he couldn’t help but sigh.