"Su Chen, what do you want those blacksmiths for?" Hu Liena asked in puzzlement.
"Don't underestimate those blacksmiths. Even the most useless person can accomplish great things when put in the right place!" Su Chen smiled meaningfully.
"There you go keeping us in suspense again. You're always like this, making everything seem so mysterious. I have to say, if I stay around you too long, I'm worried my intelligence will start to regress!" Hu Liena joked with a smile.
Su Chen planned far ahead. Hu Liena had to admit that being by his side gave her a strong sense of security.
"As the chief of Tai Tan's clan, a Soul Douluo over rank eighty, he actually caused a scene right outside Spirit Hall's gates. Su Chen, are you really going to let him off just like that?" Xie Yue's features remained cold and aloof, but his sharp gaze reminded Su Chen of the matter.
"Of course not. Spirit Hall represents Soul Masters and is a sacred place in their hearts. Senior Salas."
Su Chen walked over to a white-haired old man. The man had a white goatee and eyes as piercing as a bird of prey's. Su Chen knew he was Salas, the bishop of the Spirit Hall Sacred Hall in the Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial Capital.
"Su Chen, what are your instructions?"
Salas put aside his arrogance and addressed Su Chen with utmost respect. Since Su Chen was not yet Spirit Hall's Holy Son, Salas's own position meant he could not formally bow to him.
Still, Salas was no fool. He ordinarily thought little of Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he absolutely could not disregard Su Chen. Su Chen possessed extraordinary talent and a keen mind. From the small details, it