Cold Moon Immortal City.
Lustrous Pavilion.
This was a renowned restaurant in the southern part of the Immortal City. Its elegant decor and high level of privacy had made it popular among many of the city's aristocratic clans. On ordinary days, guests streamed through its doors, and business flourished.
Many scions of aristocratic clans liked to choose Lustrous Pavilion for their gatherings, inviting three or five friends to chat about gossip, discuss current affairs, or simply sit quietly over tea, free and at ease.
This day.
However, Lustrous Pavilion received several guests who hurried in with grave expressions.
After skillfully booking a private room and waiting for the fruit platters to be served, they gathered around the table and began their discussion.
"You heard about it too?"
"You heard it as well?"
They exchanged glances, each seeing the same anxiety on the others' faces. Then, as though by unspoken agreement, they all sighed.
"It seems the news is real." One of them, a blue-robed man with the bearing of a middle-aged scholar, wore a long face, his expression grave. "When I first heard that East Qian Kingdom had discovered a giant mystic iron vein, I thought someone had spread a false rumor. Who would have thought..."
"Exactly." Another chubby middle-aged man sighed as well. "Who could have imagined that a remote little nation like East Qian Kingdom would stumble into such good fortune? The mystic iron has already been transported into the Profound Armor Division, and I heard a new batch of black armor has begun production. The artifact refiners of the Profound Armor Division have all been so busy lately that no one can even find them. This matter is probably set in stone."
"The Profound Armor Division has the Prince of Southern Pacification standing behind it. No matter