Painfully Slaughtering the Fat Sheep

Ice Extreme Pass Meeting Room.

Celadon tea ware sat on the table. White steam curled up from the clear tea brewed with boiling water, and the fragrance of tea filled the entire room. The atmosphere was exceptionally relaxed and harmonious, with no hint that not long ago, everyone present had been enemies locked in a life-and-death standoff.

Qin Tian sat upright in the seat of honor, while the three elders of the Dongfang Family sat peacefully to one side, looking every bit like detached observers. Zhuang Xian, Jia Zhuocheng, and Fengsi Graham sat opposite them.

Dongfang Cheng lifted his teacup and took a shallow sip. After setting it down, he slowly turned his gaze toward the three men. "Everyone, the challenge is over. According to the rules, your three great families must each allocate five hundred Nine-Star Martial Tournament slots to Ice Extreme Pass. You have no objections to that, do you?"

"No objections. A bet is a bet."

The three men shook their heads almost simultaneously, decisive and straightforward, though deep in their eyes still lurked a trace of regret that was difficult to conceal.

"Good."

Dongfang Cheng nodded in satisfaction before looking toward Qin Tian. He said solemnly, "Qin Tian, you must prepare properly for the upcoming Nine-Star Martial Tournament. The more people there are, the greater the pressure you'll have to bear."

"Elder Cheng, rest assured. I understand."

Qin Tian gave a slight nod, his tone calm.

"General Qin, may I ask you something?"

At that moment, Zhuang Xian looked intently at Qin Tian. "May I ask where exactly the Armed Armor used by the various generals under your command came from?"

As soon as he said this, Jia Zhuocheng and Fengsi Graham's eyes sharpened. They leaned forward slightly, suddenly extremely serious. This was precisely the question