Xu Qingjia said he wanted to commission Tang Wulin to forge five sets of One-Word Battle Armor from spirit metal, and might need more in the future.
Tang Wulin said it was no problem-a piece of cake.
He could never repay the Church's kindness!
After all, the happy, bright lives he and his family now enjoyed had all been given to them by the Church. Once his parents learned the whole story, they taught him to be grateful, and Tang Wulin himself felt the same way. The Yanluo Heavenly Son and the Church had changed his life. How could that possibly be measured in material goods?
Elsewhere, a parent-teacher meeting was underway.
Leng Yaozhu was telling her best friend about how her children had been doing lately.
Xu Qingjia and Na'er did not stay at the Spirit Pagoda all the time. It was just like going away to school: every year, they had holidays when they could spend some time at home. With transportation as it was now, they could return whenever they missed home.
Shen Xi took her best friend by the shoulders and asked conspiratorially, "Yao Zhu, which of these girls do you think my Qingjia likes best?"
An almost imperceptible flicker of guilt crossed Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes. "How would I know? I don't really interfere in their romantic affairs. Let nature take its course."
She could hardly say, Your son said he wanted me, your best friend, to become your daughter-in-law.
After all, it was only a child's joke. It could not be taken seriously.
"True." Shen Xi nodded slightly, her eyes and brows brimming with smiles. "Whoever my son brings home, I'll like her."
Leng Yaozhu's group had arrived at the academy that morning, leaving them time to rest and settle in. By the afternoon,