C43 First Skirmish

In the middle of the ruins, Lau Fengqing stood upright.

In his palm was a silver-grey thing. It was like iron, or stone, or stone. There was a mysterious power emanating from it.

"Meteoric Iron?"

Zhao Wuxian almost blurted it out.

City Lord Lau Fengqing laughed sinisterly: "That's right, this is the Meteoric Iron that you dream of!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the Meteoric Iron