Watching Tang Wulin slowly climb the stairs, Chen Ye wore a helpless expression.
These were things the other boy had to figure out for himself. Only when he understood them on his own could he grasp the heart of the matter.
Chen Ye couldn't be the one to explain it. Even if Tang Wulin believed him, he would still have doubts later.
Chen Ye genuinely thought there was no need for that.
Neither of them slept a wink that night. Early the next morning, they headed to the Forging Master Association together.
Eastsea City Forging Master Association.
Chen Ye led Tang Wulin to the upper floors with practiced ease, but before they could go in, someone stopped them.
Cen Yue had been sitting in her office. When she saw the two of them approaching, she hurried outside.
"Chen Ye, Wulin, wait a moment. The president's senior fellow disciple is here, and he's talking with the president inside."
"You two should wait a little before going in."
Cen Yue tried to keep her voice down, but they were already standing outside Mu Chen's office. The two people inside had naturally heard her.
Before Chen Ye could reply, Mu Chen's voice came from within. "Let Chen Ye in!"
Mu Chen called out, and Chen Ye didn't hesitate. He casually pushed open the door and walked inside.
Cen Yue felt awkward where she stood, but still led Tang Wulin back to her office.
Inside the room, Mu Chen was standing to one side, while a middle-aged man sat in his chair.
At a glance, the man looked to be only in his thirties. He was extremely handsome, but his eyes were filled with the weight of years.
He looked at Chen Ye, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
"You called me here just