A different kind of a ring

"Whew!"

I shook my head a little to signal Claire to raise the protective mask off my face.

Cultivators or not, when it came to grinding stuff, I refused to acknowledge the idea of grinding down metal without proper protection. No matter how strong we were, whether or not we could crush trees or even metal bars with our bare hands… if a red-hot, dust-grain-sized piece of metal were to shoot at high speed into our eyes, we would be no better than mere mortals in suffering through such an injury.

"Is it done?" Claire asked as she put both masks away and leaned over the finished product.

"Yeah, it should be," I replied, bringing the ring closer to my eyes as I inspected every nook and cranny, looking for anything that could turn it into a failure.

Yet, no matter how hard I looked, it was just perfect—within the limits of what I expected and aimed for, that is.