Bab 88: Unique Style

An incense stick later, Shen Xu sighed in relief.

"Done." He muttered, his lips curled in a satisfied smile.

At the same time, he looked at the sky and saw an image of two robes.

'Perfect grade level three robes.' He thought and subconsciously giggled.

Watching the double giggle stupidly, Song Wancheng rolled his eyes in frustration.

'This is going to be troublesome.' He thought, turned to the spectator stands and tried to catch Zhen Yuan's eye.

Unfortunately, Zhen Yuan was looking at Shen Xu and couldn't be bothered to return Song Wancheng's stare.

'What a pair of troublemakers.' Song Wancheng shook his head.

'Whatever. I won't care about them.' He decided.

At this time, Shen Xu had already removed the robes from the refining furnace.

'This colour is better than the drab grey brother Yuan usually wears.' He thought while examining the silver-grey robe.

"Student Shen Xu." A voice called.