"Does Master Shen know where the old vessels melted down by the Ministry of Works every year go?" Xiao Heng's Dark Iron Whip coiled around the warehouse's main ridge beam, and twenty charred timbers crashed to the ground—each beam's fractured cross-section was embedded with dragon-patterned bronze nails from the Jingtai Dynasty.
He lashed out with his whip to split the brick seams of the western wall, and the "Ministry of Works Casting Records" that rolled out from the hidden compartment shimmered with an indigo hue, evidently soaked in Wolfsbane Powder.
After the third watch drum sounded, Shen Xitang rummaged through the cargo crates at the dock and uncovered something amiss.
Chapter 34