The next day, a gentle wind blew in the early morning.
World renowned Armament City, situated at the summit of Ash Mountain, hosting the entire Divine Continent's largest armament convention.
Reportedly, all of the world's most talented armament masters were concentrated here.
It's also been said that here, you didn't know what kind of people you'd meet. Perhaps even an unremarkable old lady could tell whether or not an armament was good or bad.
For armament masters, this place was the heaven among heavens.
However, even in heaven, there was a gambling den.
"Place your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands!"
The gambling den was a gathering bustling with a cacophony of noise and excitement, faint white haze, everywhere floated dust that had not seen sunlight for a long time.
