A forger from the Huaxia Pavilion gulped and asked, "Deputy Pavilion Master, are these really all our Huaxia Pavilion's forging materials?"
In the past, they only knew that 'piled up like a mountain'' was an adjective. But now, they knew what it truly meant!
Shi Songtao also secretly gulped, but he maintained a calm expression. "Don't be so ignorant."
He placed his hands behind his back and coughed. "Back then, when I followed His Highness across the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament battlefield, all the mines were ours.
"All of you, perk up and tabulate these forging materials. You must not make any mistakes, understand?"
Then Shi Songtao walked toward the Huaxia Pavilion's forging room with his hands behind his back.
He had only taken two steps when he staggered.