Alex sat around, giving the blacksmith some tips on how he could improve his craft. He tried to give tips that the man wouldn't know about, and tried to teach him about Dao too, but the man simply wouldn't understand that.
Dao as a concept was so foreign to these people that even starting to explain it was unreasonably difficult. In the end, the man simply had to take Alex at his word and go on.
The blacksmith walked over to the forge during that time and took apart a compartment on its side, before pulling out two Sunhearts with his bare hand. When they came out, the forge's glow vanished, the heat lowering drastically by the second.
Their heat source had been stripped away.
Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise at the man casually handling the hot Sunhearts, especially when he was surprised himself when Alex handled the red-hot ingot.
"Are your hands not burning?" he asked, curiously as he walked over to the man.
"They're not hot. They're warm, but not hot. At least, for us blacksmiths," the man said as he showed the Sunhearts to Alex.
These Sunhearts appeared brighter than regular Sunhearts, and Alex could almost see heat waves coming off of them.
"May I?"
He took the Sunhearts from the blacksmith and moved them around in his palm. He could feel the thick Yang energy escaping from the Sunheart at a constant rate. As the man had told him, it was in fact warm.
That confused Alex.
"How are they warm?" Alex asked. "Shouldn't they be burning hot in order to heat up the forge?"
The man paused for a short few seconds before shaking his head. "They don't heat up the forge though. They just power it."
Alex narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, its job is to activate the forge so it can heat up on its own. It's not supposed to be the heating source."
"It's not? Then what is?"
The man pointed to the side of the forge where the panel was still open. Alex walked over and looked inside the compartment to see what was there. He didn't know what he was expecting, so when he saw a small metal plate at the bottom, he was taken aback.
"It's called a formation plate," the blacksmith said.
Alex hadn't made the connection that these people could have been using formations at all. All this time, he had believed formations to be entirely unusable due to the lack of spirit stones and spirit veins.
'I should have questioned how they were making storage bags,' he thought, feeling stupid at that moment.
He let his spiritual sense flow into the forge, trying to look at how good the formation inside was. Surely it couldn't be as good as the other worlds where it was far more common.
"Have you never seen a formation plate before?" the blacksmith asked him.
"No, I have. It's just that I was—"
Alex paused, a frown appearing on his face. "This is not a formation," he said. He looked deeper into the metal and it was clear that there were no straight lines carved in a geometric pattern.
Instead, what there was were squiggly lines, each drawn to be a different character of sorts, all randomly placed based on a basic understanding of the concept.
These were runes, forming a script. There was no formation.
Alex looked back at the man. "This is a script, not a formation."
"What the hell is a script? That's clearly a formation," he said.
"No, this…" A thought came to him. He quickly drew on the floor, creating a simple formation shape. "Do you recognize what this is?"
The man looked at the shape and shook his head. "Never seen that before in my life."
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