The five-colored metal wire was no longer than an inch or so.
To say it was as fine as a hair would, in fact, be an exaggeration; likening it to a spider's silk would be more fitting.
The instant that this five-colored metal wire had been refined, the gold that was consumed by Chen Hai's flames and turned into a golden stream of air, instantly transformed into black ash.
This phenomenon appeared somewhat eerie.
It was as if all the essence contained within the gold had been forcefully absorbed by that five-colored metal wire.
Although, with the lesson from the first time, in the following days, when Chen Hai refined Fine Gold, he enclosed the gold between two porcelain basins, creating a sealed space.
A day's worth of refining, though the consumption of gold was still inevitable, was no longer as severe.
Every morning, Chen Hai would head to the hotel, and before he formally began refining Fine Gold, he would replenish the gold's weight to exactly one kilogram.
