Everyone in the Blacksmith Association knew that Mu Ye was Zhen Hua's bootlicker.
And it was not just the Blacksmith Association. Every prominent power in Heaven Dou City knew about it.
As usual, Mu Ye prepared a lavish feast for Zhen Hua in his private kitchen. Only after watching him finish it in satisfaction did Mu Ye leave the Blacksmith Association, content.
This was his unshakable daily routine as a bootlicker.
There was no other reason. Heavenly forged metal was simply too irresistible.
What was wrong with being a bootlicker?
Others wanted to lick those boots but never even got the chance.
Zhen Hua had few other hobbies in everyday life, just a bit of a taste for good food.
And Mu Ye happened to be a top-class chef held back by blacksmithing and his body martial soul.
As the saying went, the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Mu Ye understood that principle too.
He fed him a little every day and moved a little farther up the queue every day. After all, Zhen Hua was currently the only person on the entire Douluo Continent capable of producing heavenly forged metal, and all those top powerhouses had to line up.
They might have to wait several years for a single piece of heavenly forged metal. Only good connections or extra money could get them into the queue or let them cut ahead.
Who said being a bootlicker was bad?
Being a bootlicker was fantastic. Keep licking to the end, and everything would be yours.
Mu Ye simply loved mechas too much. Mechas were what real men should play with. This was a man's romance.
After leaving the Blacksmith Association, Mu Ye did not ride his flashy red mecha. After all, his home was not far away.