Chapter 154: For Whom The Hammer Tolls (1)
Naturally, any large city would have at least one street of metal shops. After leaving the carriage at the inn, they asked for directions to the metal shops and headed back out to the streets.
Then there was something that felt missing.
“Come to think of it, no one came out to greet us?”
While she hadn’t particularly expected it, the lack of the usual welcome made her feel empty.
When you don’t know something, you just ask someone who does, and coincidentally, there was a muscle-bound weirdo in the group who answered even without being asked.
“There’s no particular orthodox martial hall to speak of in Zhumadian, Noonim.”
“Oing? Why?”
“First of all, isn’t it a city used as a major government stronghold? Orthodox martial halls are usually rare in cities where government influence is strong.”
Clans (local gentry) cannot take root in government-controlled cities.