After dinner,
Jiang Ning braved the heavy snow and returned to his courtyard.
Moments later,
he had arranged nine torches throughout his courtyard.
The nine torches formed a circle with an open space over three feet wide in the middle.
The next moment,
he pulled out two flintstones.
Snap—
Sparks flew and the oil-soaked torches instantly burst into fierce flames.
Soon, all nine torches were ablaze with fierce fire, reaching three feet high, and billows of black smoke swirled up through the falling snow.
The intense heat directly melted the snowflakes falling just above.
"This environment is quite good!" Jiang Ning looked at the fiercely burning torches planted in the ground around him, revealing a faint smile on his face.
Now that Iron Bone had been fully forged, he only needed to wait for his own transformation to officially step into Martial Arts Sixth Grade.
