Eastern Continent, Northwest District, Yuan Family Palace—inside Chongming Hall.
Seven elderly men in robes of different colors sat behind desks in silence.
They wore high crowns and wide belts, and their robes happened to form the seven colors of the rainbow.
One of them, an old man in a cyan robe, was Yuan Shouyi, whom Wenren Sheng had met years ago. His brow was tightly furrowed, as though he were pondering some difficult matter.
After a while, an old man in a purple robe across from him finally spoke. "We've run into trouble acquiring the Ten Thousand Year Blood Iron."
"As expected. To this day, we still haven't seen the full extent of the Patrol Division's foundations," said an old man in a green robe.
"We shouldn't have chosen the interior. Hot Continent would have been much better. We killed 783 ordinary people there, yet not a single person stepped forward for them," the purple-robed old man said, shaking his head.
"In terms of long history and the scale of ancient wars, Eastern Continent naturally has the deepest foundations. Hot Continent is easier, yes, but it only summoned a giant three or four meters tall. Could that even be called a giant? Who knows how many years it would take for it to fully take shape," the green-robed old man said disdainfully.
"Set Eastern Continent aside for now. This probe has shown that the Patrol Division still has plenty of strength left. They are far beyond what we can handle," the purple-robed old man sighed.
The others all began speaking at once. "Exactly. We thought that giant would at least force a Grandmaster to go all out. Who would have thought it would collapse on its own? Everything had clearly been planned out perfectly, and we even received guidance and