The convoy continued to enter the city gate. Not long after, it was Tang Zhen's turn.
The martial artist in charge of inspection came to the front of the carriage and rummaged through the ore. Then, he waved his hand to indicate that there was no problem.
"You know what to do. If you break the rules, no one can save you."
The martial artist warned and then kept quiet.
These caravans travelled to and from weapon forging city all year round, so they did not need any extra instructions. After entering the city, they were all very well-behaved.
If anyone dared to cause trouble, they had to be prepared to be severely punished. It was not the death penalty, but a lifetime of labor.
The prisoner's job was to send the ores that needed to be tempered to the vicinity of the Firerock, and every time it was like a trip to purgatory.
The pain he suffered during this period was simply indescribable.
