"Hello? Grandmaster Cen Yue, do you have time right now? Two children are here looking for you. They said they want to undergo a Forging Master assessment, and their teacher recommended them."
After hanging up, one of the young women led Tang Wu Lin, Wu Yang Jin, and Hu Meier inside.
"Come, get in."
The group entered the elevator.
"Oh, right. My name is Yun Xiao Ling. Grandmaster Cen Yue's office is on the fifteenth floor. I'll take you to see him first."
"Mm, thank you." x2
After getting out of the elevator and winding through several corridors, they finally reached Grandmaster Cen Yue's office. Yun Xiao Ling led the three of them inside and pressed the button above the door.
As soon as they entered, they saw Cen Yue taking a sip from a cup of water. In his other hand, he held a piece of metal, examining it closely, while several newspapers lay beside him.
"Grandmaster Cen Yue, I brought the two children over. One of their friends came along too—a girl. I couldn't very well leave her alone outside."
"A girl? All right, I understand." Cen Yue turned around as he spoke.
This was an office of roughly thirty square meters. A massive wooden desk occupied nearly a quarter of the room. Behind it stood a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was not tall, but he was exceptionally burly, with particularly broad shoulders. The deltoids at his shoulders stretched his black shirt tight. (There was really nothing to change about this description, so it could only be written this way.)
Cen Yue's gaze fell first upon Hu Meier, carrying a trace of curiosity.
"You're a little girl. Can you get used to this place?"
"Mm. It feels a little stern here, and