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Gao Fang was still standing in the center of the hall.

The laughter, clinking of glasses, and flattery around him couldn't reach his ears at all.

His gaze was fixed on the sky.

Originally, I wanted to see what other laughable things Lin Ye, who was being praised to the skies, could come up with, but then Lin Ye turned the page again—

The sound of pages turning came from the sky, soft and slow.

His eyes suddenly widened.

and many more.

Gao Fang rubbed his eyes hard twice, and the dark circles under his eyes turned red.

That's it!?

He opened his eyes wide again and started reading from the beginning, word by word.

The furnace temperature reaches its highest point within the first 15 minutes after the charcoal is placed in the furnace.

Then it began to fall slowly and evenly.

After four hours, the furnace temperature suddenly experienced a sharp inflection point, plummeting downwards.

This turning point!

Gao Fang was jolted, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Isn't that the very problem that has been troubling him for days?

The furnace temperature was fine at first, the fire was strong, and the molten iron was churning happily.

In the latter half of the night, the furnace temperature suddenly dropped, and no matter how much charcoal he added, he couldn't bring it back up; the flames changed from bright white to dark red.

He checked the charcoal, the stove, the ventilation ducts—but found nothing.

And now, the picture on the sky perfectly depicts the scenes he encountered.

Gao Fang's mind went blank.

"No...that's not right!"

His voice cracked, his upper body jerked forward, his neck stretched out like a goose being grabbed and lifted, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He subconsciously pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve.

It was a stack of neatly cut Xuan paper, the edges of which were already wrinkled from being pressed. He usually carried it with him so that he could easily look at it and record his inspiration at any time.

At that moment, he suddenly unfolded a sheet of paper, picked up a brush from the table beside him, dipped it in ink, and stared intently at the sky.

He wanted to write it down.

This graph, these curves, this inflection point—this is exactly the problem that has been troubling him for three days.

He squatted in front of the stove for two nights, flipping through Ye Fan's notes, but couldn't find a solution.

The answer is about to appear before him—

If this page contains the question, then the answer must be on the next page!

As he drew the diagram, he looked up at the sky, muttering to himself in a low, urgent voice, like a monk chanting sutras: "Temperature... the inflection point is here..."

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

The ministers who had been vying to flatter him just moments before froze, their obsequious expressions turning into a comical and laughable sight.

No, isn't it fake?

Shu Jingwei stared at Gao Fang's back as he frantically sketched at the table, her face turning from red to pale, her lips tightening little by little.

"Gao Fang!"

She called out.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was deep and menacing.

Gao Fang did not turn around.

He didn't even stop what he was doing.

The pen tip continued to drag forward, leaving a crooked ink mark.

In his world, all that remained was the book on the sky and the lines he drew.

He only gave a rough sketch.

He now knows the problem: the location of the furnace temperature inflection point, the signs of wet charcoal, and the pattern of the curve changes...

That's the answer he wanted.

Why?

How to solve this?

On the sky, Lin Ye's hand rested on the lower right corner of the book page again.

The hand had distinct knuckles, and the fingertips gently pinched a corner of the paper.

Gao Fang's heart leaped into his throat.

His hand holding the pen froze in place, the pen tip poking into the rice paper, leaving an ever-growing ink dot.

Hurry! Turn it over quickly!

He cried out silently.

He'll know once he flips it over—

Was the firing temperature wrong? Was the kiln not sealed long enough? Or was the ventilation opening of the charcoal kiln facing the wrong direction?

However, Lin Ye's fingers suddenly loosened.

He didn't turn the page.

even--

He closed the book.

The dark blue hard cover slowly fell down, like a heavy iron gate suddenly closing.

That diagram that troubled Gao Fang, that winding curve, that answer he was just one page away from seeing—

Everything was sealed between the closed pages of the book, like a treasure chest locked in front of you, with the key thrown into an abyss.

"No--!!!"

Gao Fang let out a hoarse scream.

His entire upper body lunged forward.

The brush slipped from his hand and fell onto the table, rolling along in a crooked line of ink before finally crashing to the ground with a thud, the tip of the brush splattering a pool of black ink.

"No! Don't merge them! Please!"

The veins on his forehead bulged one by one, and his voice changed from screams to pleas.

He stretched out both hands to grab at the sky, but only grasped two empty gusts of wind.

"Please turn the page! Please, just one more page!"

Like a drowning person suddenly touching a piece of driftwood, he was jolted, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a light flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

He quickly sent a message in his mind.

Before I could carefully choose my words, they poured out like a flood, hurried and chaotic, the order of sentences jumbled up:

Sir, could you please open the book and take a look, even just once? I have a question that has been troubling me for several nights. I beg your mercy…

He no longer cared about the others at the scene.

Even the emperor.

He initially agreed to forge for Shu Jingwei purely because he was attracted by the exquisite forging method she presented.

The blueprints, formulas, and processes he had never seen before captivated him.

He spent his entire life pursuing advanced technology.

He didn't care who he worked for.

Shu Jingwei's face was beyond ashen.

Her cheekbones were high and prominent, her jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in her cheeks bulged out.

His fingers gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, his nails scraping hard against the dragon's eyes, making a screeching sound.

"Gao-Fang!"

She squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, each word like a poisoned nail, driven one by one into the air.

"Explain yourself clearly—what exactly is that book?!"

Gao Fang did not answer.

Because a new sound came from the sky.

That was Lin Ye's voice, descending from the distant horizon, unhurried and gentle.

He quickly looked over, and his neck snapped open so hard that his cervical spine even cracked.

Ignoring the pain, Gao Fang's eyes were glued to the sky as if drawn by a magnet, afraid of missing a single detail.

However, the person in the sky did not respond to his request.

Lin Ye didn't have a penchant for answering Shu Jingwei's questions; it was enough that someone had figured it all out.

He didn't even look at the direction of the comments; he simply pushed the book back onto the shelf.

The spines of the books were aligned with the spines of the other books, fitting perfectly into their places on the tightly packed shelves.

However, he didn't leave. He stood in front of the bookshelves, turning his head slightly to face the camera.

A moment later, a golden barrage of text slowly emerged from the center of the sky, and as the golden light swirled, the words gradually became clear:

"Gentlemen of the Great Flame Kingdom, if I'm not mistaken—your iron-smelting methods were only in their rudimentary form when you first acquired them, weren't they?"