"This person might not be my husband."
"Not your husband?"
"He is an ordinary man."
"You married an ordinary man?"
"To be precise, a son-in-law."
"A son-in-law?"
...
A group of nine people stopped in front of a large door.
The few present all looked somewhat horrified.
Because what met their eyes was an underground palace.
Rather than call it an underground palace, it was more like a fortress.
This underground palace, made entirely of metal without any seams, was forged as a single piece.
"This place is the Mystic Domain," said the scholar in a Confucian robe, his expression desolate, "Within the Mystic Domain, there are about three hundred thousand... talented artificers from across the Qingshan Realm, all who have entered this domain in obscurity, forging a mysterious magic artifact."
The scholar in a Confucian robe didn't know much.
Only his eldest brother had told him before departing that this artifact was tied to the survival of the Qingshan Realm.
