Clopping clopping clopping clopping, a series of urgent hoofbeats echoed.
Several swift horses flew past like arrows.
All the way across the vast and boundless plain, the riders were covered in dust and dirt.
Elder Liu from the Underworld Market, Changsun Rou, Master Lu, and others had been rushing through days and nights, and by coincidence, their destination was also in the direction of Qinghe City.
However, their purpose was not Mercenary City, Qinghe City, but a dead volcano fifty li away from Qinghe City.
Following closely behind them was a procession of Heavenly Stone carriages.
That night, after the auction at the Underworld Market ended, Master Lu informed Changsun Rou that there was a problem with the remaining Heavenly Stones.
Within the several thousand jin of Heavenly Stones, not a trace of Heavenly Iron was to be found.
