Ren Baqian sat on a chair in a daze. He happened to sit under the shade; however, the temperature of his surroundings remained scorching hot.
It should be late autumn in Dayao now, but the weather remained blazing hot.
The clink and clank of pickaxes striking metal came from the distant Mount Damo.
After they burned the mountain yesterday, hairline cracks appeared on the wall of the mountain. This made Gu Qiong and Tao Jiyuan overjoyed. They felt that they had found a solution to the mining problem at Mount Damo.
However, Ren Baqian wasn't as optimistic as they were. He reckoned that only the surface of the mountain was affected. The inside of the mountain certainly hadn't been affected.
Of course, this was because both parties had different expectations. Ren Baqian wanted enough metal to forge weapons for a 20000-man army.
