After finishing the meal, Jiang Haichuan invited them to continue eating that evening.
Jiang Changkong had nothing much to do lately. Eating, drinking, and building connections was fine too.
And so, he spent every day eating and drinking. It continued until the fifth day, when Jiang Haichuan had official business and had no choice but to leave.
Liang Zhe and the others left as well, going back to tend to their own businesses.
On the third day, Fang Lin and the others departed, and Pang Yun left with them.
Only Yang Chengan remained. He was originally from Jiangcheng, and having returned this time, he planned to stay a while longer.
Tang Ruoxi arrived and went straight into the little house where he was staying.
Ji Ziling was admiring a rare solitary copy. When she saw her, she hurriedly rose to her feet. "Ruoxi darling."
"Ziling darling, do you want to learn about battle armor manufacturing today, or weapon forging?" Tang Ruoxi beamed.
Ji Ziling: "..."
The love was gone.
"Senior Ruoxi." Jiang Changkong emerged from his room. "Is the weapon ready?"
"Mm. I did not fail your trust. Top-tier fourth grade."
Tang Ruoxi took out a golden hilt and handed it to him.
Jiang Changkong poured Star Power into it, and the blade sprang out. The pale golden blade was carved with numerous patterns.
A dragon-shaped design coiled around the hilt, along with a flame emblem.
Two small characters were engraved on the blade: Changkong.
"Thank you, Senior Ruoxi. Would you be willing to join the Martial Arts Association?" Jiang Changkong sheathed the long blade and asked.
"Of course. I've already registered and looked over the missions you posted in the group.
It's just that I can't take on any missions. In half a month, I'll be leaving Jiangcheng."
Ji