Li Hui's piece of iron remained the same even after being washed with mineral water. However, the chunk of iron in the director's hand underwent an astonishing transformation after being rinsed!
The originally black and hard piece of iron began to soften slightly upon contact with water. Coupled with the director's continuous rubbing, it only took a moment for the color to start peeling off his iron block as if it were smeared paint!
A large amount of black liquid fell from the director's piece of black iron.
With each wash, the iron block in the director's hand became smaller. In no time, the fist-sized piece of iron was reduced to less than half its original size.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"How can iron melt? Could it be that the director is also a spokesperson for the Divine Spirits? Does he have some sort of special ability?"
"No way... When did we get so many masters?"
"Then how should we explain this?"