Lian Zhou was taken aback. "True or false?"
'What does he mean, true or false?'
He asked, puzzled, "Didn't you go investigate the iron mine outside the city today? So... wait, don't tell me the mine is fake!?"
"It's real."
After all, it's a legitimate mine. Everyone in Shiluan City knows about it, so faking it would be difficult.
However—
"The mine may not be large, but it's heavily guarded. They have dedicated lookouts posted around the perimeter."
An ordinary iron mine wouldn't be this heavily guarded, especially when—
Shen Yanchuan lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and said nonchalantly,
"It seems quite a few of them are martial arts practitioners."
Lian Zhou was secretly alarmed.
He had felt something was off when he saw those men in the city earlier. Now, combining that with his master's words, his suspicions were all but confirmed.
"So it seems the iron mine really is just a smokescreen someone set up on purpose?"
