“Yes.” Tang Wulin, Mu Xi and a few other youngsters said respectfully.
In the sea of green that was this group of blacksmiths, Mu Xi stood out brightly as a speck of red—the only woman among them.
After listening to Cen Yue’s warnings, Tang Wulin and Mu Xi set off.
“Good luck, junior disciple brother!” Mu Xi rubbed Tang Wulin’s head and pinched his cheeks before releasing him.
Helpless to the pinching, Tang Wulin began to miss her frigid disposition. At least back then, his cheeks were spared.
He could feel the shift in atmosphere at their hotel as the start of the tournament drew near.
Nearly all of the hotel’s patrons were here for the event. Besides participants from Eastsea City there were also numerous people from other places, all preparing hastily.
When he returned to his room, Tang Wulin was greeted by Xie Xie’s tremendous snoring, the culprit already sound asleep. Starfished on the bed, he barely resembled a human.