After hearing the words of the middle-aged man who looked as though he had been cast from brass, no one said much.
The vast majority of those present were natives of the Primordial Empire.
Over the years, they had all heard something of Open-Heaven Manor's customs and culture.
They therefore knew very well how obsessive and stubborn these Swordsmiths were.
Even if every last one of them were killed, they would never compromise the safety of Open-Heaven Manor's core area for their own survival.
Zhao Hailong looked deeply troubled. "Then all we can do is hide here and wait?"
"And watch them conquer all of Open-Heaven Manor?"
The brass-skinned middle-aged man stood up. "Thank you all for the help and support you gave us earlier."
"You aren't members of Open-Heaven Manor, so we won't blame you if you flee now."
"But please let us out. Even if we die, we must die on the battlefield defending the manor."
"And you youngsters shouldn't underestimate Open-Heaven Manor's fighting strength."
"The current situation is merely the result of sinister schemes our enemies laid thousands of years in advance. They have temporarily thrown us into disarray."
"There have been no problems whatsoever in the manor's core area."
"All they've occupied are the outer areas used to store supplies and conduct trade."
"The great Golden Seven Sages have yet to act, and of our three hundred Silver Masters, only ten have entered the fray."
The middle-aged man's words immediately rallied all the other servants and craftsmen.
Both the servants and craftsmen of Open-Heaven Manor shared the physical features typical of the Primordial Empire, while their entire bodies had a metallic sheen.
Those different metallic hues represented their standing within the manor.
The lowest-ranking menial workers had blue-green skin with a cast-iron texture.
Their rank was