Tang Wulin's fists clenched slightly at the sight of these people's reactions, his nails nearly digging into his palms.
For once, a clear trace of unwillingness surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
But he did not look up. He merely lowered his head slightly, letting the hair over his forehead conceal the turmoil in his eyes, unwilling to let anyone see through him so easily.
Yet the anger churning in his chest was all too real.
Ever since becoming the class's vice monitor, he believed he had done everything he could for everyone who needed help.
Especially those classmates who had encountered bottlenecks in forging—he had never been stingy about sharing his own insights.
What was more, he himself was a high-ranking blacksmith and Mu Chen's disciple. His talent and accumulated experience in forging were far beyond those of his peers.
Even though Yang Nianxia was also quite gifted, he was still nowhere near Tang Wulin's level when it came to forging.
In fact, Tang Wulin was already a genuine sixth-rank blacksmith, a top genius capable of completing Spirit Forging.
Therefore, while Li Moxun had been away, he had secretly helped quite a few of the class's blacksmiths, including the group led by Yang Nianxia.
Although there had been some conflict between him and Yang Nianxia, he had still hoped to slowly win over a group of people to his side through this method.
But now, seeing the barely concealed fear on their faces and their subtle avoidance of him, the dissatisfaction in Tang Wulin's eyes grew even stronger.
That fear was not directed at him, but at someone else.
It gave him a sense of defeat unlike anything he had felt before.
Li Moxun naturally noticed the hostility Tang Wulin was directing at him, but he did not