Thunderbolt actually summoned the patience to instruct a few people, but it wasn't long before he was about to explode with anger. He was terrifying when he berated someone. Not understanding wasn't an option—you *had* to get it. That was just Ancestor Master Lei's temper. Soon, no one dared to ask him anything.
No wonder the Thunderlight Hall was in decline. Who could possibly endure a temper like that?
After making a round, Thunderbolt headed back, still fuming. 'Out of sight, out of mind.' He figured he'd see what Wang Meng was up to.
At that moment, Wang Meng was completely focused on his experiment. A piece of common iron continuously changed shape under his hammer, yet just as it was about to take a distinct form, it would dissolve into formlessness again.
Thunderbolt sat to one side, watching in silence without asking a single question.
