After settling Xiao Chen and Gu Yue in his office, Zhen Hua told them to wait a moment, then walked out. Standing at the end of the corridor, he took out his phone and dialed Mu Ye's number.
Once Mu Ye answered, Zhen Hua spoke first, his tone familiar and a little teasing:
"Brother Mu Ye, it's noon, and you've got nothing else to do anyway. How about coming over to cook a meal?"
Mu Ye's resentful voice immediately came through the phone, clearly still brooding over being left out in the cold. "Oh, it's the Divine Craftsman. I don't have time for such chicken-feather-and-garlic-skin trifles. Just find yourself something to eat."
Mu Ye had already left the Blacksmith Association. He had thought Zhen Hua would take a long time supervising the exam, so he had simply left.
Who would have thought that kid would finish so quickly? Hadn't he made the trip out for nothing?
Recalling what had just happened, Mu Ye felt thoroughly aggrieved.
He was the sect master of the Body Sect. Although the Body Sect was no longer what it had once been, he was still a Titled Douluo, at least.
He had come specifically to discuss Three-Word Battle Armor today, only for Zhen Hua to put the matter aside with a single sentence and leave him unattended. Now he was even being called back to cook. Anyone would have been annoyed.
Zhen Hua had anticipated his reaction. Unhurried, he laughed. "Brother Mu Ye, don't be so petty. It was hardly anything, and you're holding a grudge?"
"Didn't you want me to prepare battle armor for your disciple? Crafting Three-Word Battle Armor involves complicated procedures and carefully selected materials. None of it can be rushed."
"So shouldn't you show off your cooking? Once I've eaten my