Xiang Chuxiong hesitated briefly. "Sixty sets is a bit much. How about fifty?"
Chen Shi'an paused for a moment. "That works."
Xiang Chuxiong continued, "The stronghold can't produce fifty sets of Soft Porcupine Armor all at once. We'll need to deliver them in batches."
Chen Shi'an smiled slightly. "I'm in no hurry. As long as you can get them to me within three months, City Lord, that's fine."
Xiang Chuxiong nodded and changed the subject. "This time, Windrise Stronghold took fourth place at the Gathering of Heroes. Our reputation has soared, and we've demonstrated our strength.
"I believe it won't be long before quite a few people come to join us.
"When that happens, our stronghold's strength will surely rise another level.
"In the days ahead, all of you need to prepare for this."
Everyone nodded in unison.
Xiang Chuxiong continued, "Blackwater Stronghold came away empty-handed from this Gathering of Heroes, and they also lost Zhu Fenglang, the man with the greatest potential.
"Now is the best opportunity for us to swallow them up.
"However, Flowing Stone Stronghold is bound to have the same idea.
"I suspect there may well be a major battle between us and Flowing Stone Stronghold very soon.
"All of you should prepare yourselves for that as well."
The meeting dispersed.
Xiang Chuxiong asked Chen Shi'an to stay behind and took him to No. 18 East Street.
Tian Wenguang was in a good mood. He actually brewed a pot of Bishan Little Dragon Robe, poured Chen Shi'an three cups, and praised him repeatedly.
Meanwhile, Xiang Chuxiong, who sat with them, received only one cup of tea. He sipped it little by little, rarely interjecting, merely sitting beside them with an accompanying smile.
By now, the Origin Force that Bishan Little Dragon Robe could add was