"Lime might not be very effective."
Precisely pinpointing the issue, Tang Wan held her small chin and said, "I remember that only quicklime can cause intense corrosion upon contact with skin, lime might not be very effective."
"Nonsense, who do you think taught you that knowledge? Don't I know it?"
After a cold laugh, Zhou Li gathered the bag of lime into his arms. Then he reached into a hidden compartment and took out an exquisite wooden box. He opened it, took a few small leather pouches from inside, and waved them at Tang Wan.
"Fireproof stones..."
Tang Wan recognized the contents of these small pouches at a glance. At the same time, she finally realized the Three Thousand Camp wasn't storing a pile of lime to "use" it, but to use it.
Chinese, isn't it magical?
"Lime combined with white stone can produce these fireproof stones."
