The Refining Workbench wouldn't arrive until the afternoon.
After leaving the carriage, Zhao Chi returned to his territory, which was currently bustling with activity. A faint scent of gunpowder smoke lingered in the air, drifting over from the Smelting Workshop. The female smelters were working feverishly to melt down the Black Armor. Zhao Chi had been too optimistic in his previous estimates; it would likely take several days to completely melt it all down.
