Tang San thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right. There's really nothing to keep secret. Some things can't be learned just because someone wants to learn them." The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were renowned far and wide. How could there have been no imitators? Yet in Tang San's world, the Tang Sect had stood for centuries, and no imitation hidden weapon had ever surpassed those of the Tang Sect. An ordinary Tang Sect hidden-weapon craftsman required ten years of training. Tang San possessed exceptional talent in this area, and only after more than twenty years of constant research and crafting had he reached the level of a master maker of Mechanical Hidden Weapons. Imitating them was nearly impossible.
Ning Rongrong said, "That's even better. We won't have to go back first. Honestly, I was afraid Father wouldn't let me come out again once I returned. Since we don't need to train during this period, we can have some fun. Little Xue, where do you think we should go? Tang San, do you want to come with us?"
Tang San frowned. "Master told everyone to cultivate Soul Power. Rongrong, have you forgotten?"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and smiled. "It's fine. It's not like I'll be playing all the time. Among the Shrek Seven Devils, my Soul Power is the weakest. I know I need to work hard, but everyone needs to relax sometimes. Work and rest should be balanced."
Lan Xue nodded. "Rongrong has a point, Little San. Do you want to go out with us?"
Tang San shook his head. "Forget it. I still have quite a few things to do. You girls go ahead. Just be careful." With that, he hurriedly took his leave. Being in the girls' dormitory always felt somewhat strange.
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