Although Zhen Hua wanted Tang Wulin to show off his skills and awe the crowd, he was still the association president and could not neglect his duties entirely. After Tang Wulin finished his jaw-dropping Fusion Forging demonstration, Zhen Hua cleared his throat, returned to the platform, and launched into an extensive explanation of the profound theory of "metallic molecular restructuring and Soul Power penetration."
The students below listened with rapt attention, their pens racing across the page for fear of missing a single word.
Tang Wulin, however, stood in a corner with his body in Cao Cao's camp and his heart in Han.
These theories... really were something of a "waste of time" for him.
Back when he was in Eastsea City, Zhen Hua had not been physically present, but his master had "chanted scripture" at him over the communicator every single day. "Soul Power rhythms," "metal breathing"—Zhen Hua had force-fed him all these concepts until they were carved into Tang Wulin's bones and fused into his blood.
Tang Wulin's eyelids kept fighting to close, and his stomach betrayed him with a series of growls.
Zhen Hua had been keeping an eye on his disciple. Seeing Tang Wulin like this, he could not help chuckling. He waved a hand and dismissed the class outright. "All right, that's enough for today. Theory must be combined with practice; listening without doing won't get you anywhere. Tang Wulin, you've just arrived in Heaven Dou City. You must be hungry. Go eat at the association Cafeteria."
As though granted a royal pardon, Tang Wulin's eyes instantly lit up. "Thank you, Master!"
Fragrant aromas filled the kitchen of the Heaven Dou City Blacksmith Association's Cafeteria.
The master chef responsible for the association's meals was sweating profusely as he worked when he suddenly felt the kitchen's