When Xiao Yunjing and his companions arrived at the back mountain, everyone there was paralyzed on the ground, having fallen victim to some sort of drug.
Yun No. 20 kicked someone obstructing their way, leading Xiao Yunjing and his wife directly into the weapons factory area.
There, several massive iron furnaces were still burning, and the floor was littered with an array of partially and fully completed weapons.
Xiao Yunjing set down Gu Qingli. He went over, picked up a semi-finished weapon from the ground for a look, then examined a completed one.
A look of delight crossed his face. All these weapons were of superior quality, made of pure iron. They were clearly custom-made for an army.
He wondered why Qingchen hadn't surprised him with this. But where was the warehouse? It couldn't be that they had already forged and transported away an entire batch.
"Yun No. 20."
Upon hearing Xiao Yunjing call for him, Yun No. 20 jumped over immediately, "Master."
