The people in the meeting room gradually dispersed, Zhuang Xian and the other two left in a hurry, clearly eager to contact their families to prepare armor materials. The two other elders of the Dongfang Clan also left first, leaving only Dongfang Cheng to sit opposite Qin Tian.
The warmth of the stove still lingered, and the fragrance of tea had not dissipated.
Dongfang Cheng held up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Qin Tian with a meaningful smile: "Young Friend Qin, it seems that this challenge from the three major clans is exactly to your liking."
Qin Tian smiled frankly: "As expected, Elder Cheng has keen insight. To be honest, in the future, armors will be a major pillar industry of Ice Extreme Pass, and I was planning to gradually promote it externally. Taking advantage of this challenge to let armors smoothly enter the vision of the Golden Clan and even the Holy Blood Clan is indeed to my liking."
