According to the written records, the process of smelting the "Red Flame Saint Armor" requires at least a few days to complete.
Zhao Douan toiled throughout the night. The next morning, he glanced at the "recharge" progress bar with great disappointment. He decided to instruct his stepmother and ordered his room to be sealed off, allowing no one to enter, leaving the Holy Armor to slowly devour the many "spoils of war" on its own.
He himself remained calm and leisurely went to the Imperial Prison.
The Imperial Prison was as oppressive as ever. Even before reaching the gray-black building, the temperature seemed to drop.
"Sir."
Zhao Douan, hands behind his back, led Qian Kerou and Shen Juan to the prison, where the old prison guard hurriedly greeted them with flattery: "Do you have any instructions?"
"Take me to see Li Yanfu," Zhao Douan said calmly.
