Just as Ye Xiong was about to sit down, the words of King of Blades left him so angry that his face turned green.
With a wave of his hand, he put away the tea set he had just taken out and his figure instantly vanished into the forest.
King of Blades was left with a befuddled expression on his face.
"Damn it, we're all grown men with handles—can't we be a bit more broad-minded!"
......
The following evening!
Outside the southwestern border, in a private mining camp.
Scattered private militiamen with their equipment patrolled around the mining camp.
Within the camp, nearly a hundred miners, under the surveillance and whipping of overseers, carefully dug up the raw stones with their tools.
Not far away, in a bamboo house pavilion, a bald man was examining the raw ores brought over through a magnifying glass, a faint smile spreading across his face.
Next to him sat a woman lazily eating grapes, her delicate hand holding a glass of red wine.
This was her life.