By the time noon arrived, the Sun Star in the Cangqiong sky was like a fiery furnace, radiating terrifying high temperatures that scorched the Huaxia land.
There weren't many pedestrians on the small road of Grocery Street. By now, the people from Guan River Mouth who had gradually grown accustomed to a leisurely life, were mostly taking a siesta in their own houses.
"Clang, clang!"
From the southwest corner of Grocery Street's blacksmith shop came bursts of rhythmic hammering sounds.
A burly man with his upper body bare was seen rotating a huge iron hammer in his hands, ceaselessly striking upon the anvil. The muscles on his dark skin bulged, exuding a sense of power.
"Aiyo, honored guest, welcome to my humble shop. Here we have everything from agricultural and kitchen utensils to weapons and bladed arms. What do you need?"
