"So, that's how it is."
Luo Feng looked at the massive black stone at the city gate and slowly nodded.
Seeing Luo Feng's calm expression, the female Saber Master's eyes shifted slightly, and she spoke, "This massive stone is made from thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron. A piece the size of a fingernail weighs as much as a grown man. It is extremely heavy; even a Martial Artist in the ninth tier of the Meridian Wheel Realm would find it difficult to move this thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron."
"No wonder that Martial Artist just now couldn't move it. He is probably only a Martial Artist in the eighth tier of the Meridian Wheel Realm," Luo Feng nodded.
The female Saber Master, seeing Luo Feng's unperturbed demeanor, couldn't help her curiosity. "Aren't you worried at all?"
Before Luo Feng could respond, Yan Hu, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward, smiled at the female Saber Master, and said, "Perhaps your concern should be *for* the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron?"
