"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Wu. However, I'm already a Level 2 Forging Master, and Master Mu Chen has taken me as his disciple. So, I want to continue down the path of forging."
Listening to Wu Zhangkong, Yao Xuan bowed, then explained.
"Mu Chen? Do you mean Master Mu Chen, the president of Eastsea City's Forging Association, that Level 8 Saint Craftsman?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Wu Zhangkong's face when he heard Yao Xuan's words, and he asked in return.
"Yes."
Yao Xuan nodded as he answered.
"If he is willing to take you as a disciple, then I support making forging your second profession in the future. However, you must remember that a Soul Master's foundation will always be Soul Power. Do not neglect your Soul Power cultivation because of forging."
After pondering for a moment, Wu Zhangkong continued.
"I understand, Teacher Wu. Master Mu Chen taught me the same thing."
Yao Xuan nodded as he listened to Wu Zhangkong.
"That's good. Work hard. I'm looking forward to seeing your progress over the next month."
As he spoke, Wu Zhangkong effectively dismissed him.
Eight o'clock the next morning, Eastsea Academy's training field.
After breakfast, all the students of Class Five gathered punctually in the center of the training field. Not a single student dared to be late.
"Very good. No one is late. This morning, your task is to run ten laps around the training field."
Wu Zhangkong looked at the students before him and coldly issued the order.
Although the students did not dare talk back under Wu Zhangkong's imposing presence, they were inwardly full of resentment upon hearing his order.
The training field at Eastsea Academy Intermediate Division was a full eight hundred meters per lap. Ten laps meant eight kilometers. Even for