The bustling of Iron Mountain City under the cloak of night still thrived immensely.
The clinking and clanging of metalworking could be heard everywhere, for the city was home to a great number of blacksmiths.
From the forge businesses of the Hu and Xu Families to small private workshops, one could almost say that everyone who came out of Iron Mountain City knew how to work with iron.
But today, the atmosphere in Iron Mountain City was even more tense, and the night patrols by soldiers seemed more anxious than usual, with the frequency of their rounds increasing. All of this was due to the battle during the day; thirty black armored cavalrymen of the Comrade King's estate had fallen in battle, and even the commander of the black armored cavalry, Geng Jing, had been slain.
The Comrade King's estate was enraged.
All of Iron Mountain City was as silent as if in the grip of winter's chill.
