Tang Wulin waited less than an hour at the Blacksmith Association.
Then Mu Chen personally placed two boxes and a small bottle in his hands.
One box was cold, the other hot. Even unopened, they gave off faint pulses of spiritual energy. The small bottle was dark red all over, its mouth secured with a special seal, and a dense aura of blood faintly emanated from within.
Tang Wulin accepted them with both hands and carefully put all three items away, treating them like treasures.
He said nothing more.
He simply stepped back and bowed deeply to Mu Chen.
It was easy to add flowers to brocade, but hard to deliver charcoal in the snow.
For him now, these three items were more than precious resources. They were the key to whether he could survive and seize that slender chance.
Cen Yue then took Tang Wulin to accept a task that only a Level Three Blacksmith could complete, before personally escorting him out of the association.
Watching Tang Wulin's small figure disappear through the association's doors, Cen Yue did not leave immediately. Instead, he went up to the top floor and entered Mu Chen's office.
Mu Chen seemed to have expected him.
When Cen Yue entered, he smiled faintly.
"I knew you'd come to see me."
Cen Yue gave a wry chuckle and went straight to the point. "President, wasn't it too easy for him, giving him those three items just like that?"
Mu Chen said nothing, merely gesturing for him to continue.
Cen Yue considered his words. "For young people, especially geniuses, the greatest danger is having things come too easily. When something is easy to obtain, it's easy not to appreciate it. The association has already given him plenty of special treatment. A Storage Ring, access to tasks,