"Title Douluo..."
"Respect blacksmiths?"
After hearing those words, Lou Gao unconsciously muttered to himself.
After repeating them twice, he immediately questioned them:
"Hmph!"
"What proof do you have for saying that?"
"Our Blacksmith Association has been bullied everywhere these past years. How many people actually think highly of us smiths?"
"Do they not realize that without us blacksmiths, where would all those weapons for war come from? Where would the farming implements and production tools come from?"
"I don't care about any Title Douluo. You say you respect blacksmiths, but how exactly do you respect us?"
Lou Gao remained wary, and every word he spoke echoed the thoughts in the hearts of blacksmiths everywhere.
You brat, and this Tiancheng Sect of yours—if you truly respected blacksmiths, that would be fine.
But who knew whether it was true or not?
After Lou Gao said this, Hu Liena's eyes darted around.
She knew this was an opportunity. She absolutely could not let Song Ye win them over.
She chimed in as well. "That's right!"
"President Lou Gao's words are exactly what blacksmiths everywhere desire."
"Song Ye, as far as I know, you merely opened a blacksmith shop. You need blacksmiths to work for you, don't you?"
"And that counts as respecting the Blacksmith Association? Spirit Hall has been trying to recruit you and making its position clear for years. Is that not respect enough?"
"President Lou Gao, Spirit Hall has come calling far more than three times over the years, hasn't it?"
"When it comes to respect, I believe Spirit Hall has demonstrated it better."
Hu Liena continued looking at Lou Gao, her words brimming with charm.
Yet Lou Gao still scoffed. "Who doesn't know of Spirit Hall's wolfish ambitions!"
"These past two years, you've kept pressuring us. Respect my ass!"
"You!"