"Speaking of which, how did the grassland manage to create such heavy armor as Iron Futu? Truly remarkable craftsmanship. Their understanding and research into cavalry surpass even the Central Plains by a good margin."
"Truly wonderful."
"Just lacking armor, without armor, no soldiers, yet opponents give it to me for free."
Prince Qin, Li Guanyi, and Duke of Xiyi City, Li Zhaowen, huddled together, studying the beauty of Iron Futu armor, both extremely focused.
Li Zhaowen praised, "So beautiful!"
Li Guanyi agreed, "Indeed, how beautiful it is!"
Changsun Wuchou was overjoyed upon hearing this, turning his head back, feeling like the matter he had watched for five or six years finally had some resolution, only to see the two guys over there standing in front of the heavy armor, their eyes filled with concentration.
Changsun Wuchou's mouth twitched, feeling the stomach pain he had managed to recover from with Shi Dalin's special medicine creeping back in after such a long time.
