Simang looked at the shimmering, golden chips before him and forced a bitter smile.
"Thank you, Lord Lin. I—I'll just take a tiny bit."
Simang took one percent of the pile, amounting to about twenty-some chips. Lin Fan watched Simang’s awkward hesitation. He realized he had been careless; he hadn't controlled the intensity of the Burning Flame Art properly, as it was his first time using it, and he had applied too much force. The Burning Flame Art only affected physical matter, making it perfect for refining medicine or steel.
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