Feng Wuyu pinched his lips so tight they seemed to disappear into his face. "You mean that kid Mu Chen? What kind of dog shit luck does he have to snatch you as a disciple?"
This didn't sit well with Tang Wulin, prompting a strained frown. "I'm the one who's lucky enough to study under him. I still have another teacher as well, Teacher Mang Tian. It was only thanks to their guidance that I am here today. Someone like you, the president of Shrek Blacksmith's Association, shouldn't be asking me to betray my teachers."
"That's…" Feng Wuyu was at a loss for words. "Betraying them isn't that serious. That kid Mu Chen is pretty good at forging, but his strength is a bit lacking. He barely managed to break through as a Soul Douluo, and that was with external help. He isn't even a Title Douluo. It's damn near impossible for him to become a Divine Blacksmith, but me? I'm different! My cultivation base puts his to shame! See for yourself."