Chu Yi was very satisfied with the puppet he was working on now.
The Immortal Fire kept intensifying its power, and Zi Xuan's transformation became more and more evident.
The scent permeating the air was gradually growing stronger.
Little Fatty was circling around Zi Xuan and the Immortal Fire like an expert, with his arms folded, scrutinizing incessantly.
"I can't help but feel something about this doesn't seem quite believable," he muttered nervously, but it was Xie Yun who kept pointing out areas where Chu Yi wasn't doing well enough.
"Look here, at the armpit, there's too little Immortal Fire. If you burn it like this, it won't work," he said.
"The joints need more Immortal Fire, otherwise, after a few hits, the elbow will break, and it'll be useless in a fight."
Following Xie Yun's instructions, Chu Yi continuously adjusted the various points of his burning technique.
