The Capital, Zhengyang Gate Street, a warehouse.
It was actually only half a kilometer from Shenwu Gate Street, where the Sifang Inn and the Iron Clothes Department were located.
By the time Yang Ling arrived at the warehouse with Li Zhong and the others, the Iron Clothes under Yun Buchuan had already surrounded it so tightly that nothing could get through.
Inside and out, over a hundred elite Iron Clothes stood solemnly.
The Great Tun Tian Restoration Pill inside Yang Ling had been fully digested, bringing his experience in the Vajra Mingwang Technique to 90,130!
Just another ten thousand experience points, and I can break through.
Yang Ling felt some anticipation. At the same time, his gaze swept over the warehouse, where he saw over a hundred barrels of fire oil.
These fire oil barrels had been altered and disguised to look very much like ordinary rapeseed oil barrels.
They had even been sealed exceptionally well.
Even with his sense of smell, he had to enter the warehouse and stand right in front of the wooden barrels before he could catch the faintest trace of fire oil.
Li Zhong opened a barrel of fire oil and sniffed it. "This fire oil is over a year old. Its effectiveness has declined considerably. It was discarded."
Yun Buchuan nodded gravely.
"Lord Li, we personally handle all the fire oil discarded here in the Capital. Your subordinate has already checked, and there are no problems whatsoever.
"It didn't come from the Capital."
Yang Ling's expression shifted. If it had not come from the Capital, then it had come from the provinces.
Zhao State had seven provincial seats, the Three Great Royal Capitals, and ninety-seven prefectural seats.
Taking a single barrel from any of those places would easily yield a hundred barrels of fire