Ye Hua cried.
In the empty training grounds.
The Night Demon in the eyes of the many Haoyue Branch Hall Knights cried until his eyes turned red.
Long Haoyu's words had struck straight at the deepest part of his heart. Seeing Long Haoyu say that there would be no repercussions, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
They had only met for the first time, yet he had never imagined that Long Haoyu would tell him such news and even be willing to help him improve his talent.
A disciple like this was impossible to find even with a lantern!
Nalan Shu withdrew his admiring gaze from Long Haoyu.
His round body waddled over to Ye Hua, and he somehow produced a handkerchief and handed it to him.
"Zombie Face, you're such a grown man, yet you're crying like this in front of three children. Aren't you ashamed?" Nalan Shu consoled him.
Ye Hua took the handkerchief, sobbing and sniffling as he grabbed Nalan Shu by the neck with both hands. "Fatty, do you know how important improving my talent is to me?"
"Do you know that with such talent, even if I can't gain the recognition of a Divine Throne, I'll definitely be able to reach the Ninth Order?"
"Do you know how many things I'll be able to do then?"
Nalan Shu's face turned somewhat pale from being strangled. His fat hands forcefully pried Ye Hua's hands away. "Be excited if you want, but why are you strangling me?"
"You saved these three hundred pounds of fat from the battlefield back then, and now you want to take them back?"
Ye Hua continued crying, his shoulders trembling hard. He knew that Nalan Shu was teasing him, and he wrapped an arm around Nalan Shu's neck