Jia Dongxu's movements were slightly stiff, not as fluid as Li Qingxiang's, but every hammer strike was executed with the utmost concentration, strictly following the essentials his master had taught. Sweat streamed down his cheeks, dropping onto the scorching anvil. He gritted his teeth, completely absorbed in his work.
A relatively simple flange blank gradually took shape beneath his hands.
"Stop!"
Chapter 118