Skysea City was situated in an area surrounded by much more mountains than Eastsea City and many buildings were built into the slopes, adding to their high-low appearance. Some skyscrapers even seemed to pierce right through the clouds.
The official delegation from Eastsea City had already been in contact with the representatives from Skysea City.
The four students of class zero were the youngest amongst the competitors from Eastsea City and naturally weren’t too attentive to their surroundings, simply following the group.
They were led to a luxurious hotel that was rather special; half of it was within the ocean and each room had a breathtaking view that truly emphasized to all the guests that they were by the ocean.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie shared a room while Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan were placed in another room.
Tomorrow was the opening ceremony of the tournament and lots to decide the matches would be drawn. Wu Zhangkong had given the bare minimum explanation which had lacked any sort of warnings or advice.
The doorbell rang.
Tang Wulin quickly opened the door, revealing the charming Mu Xi.
“Come with me!” Mu Xi grabbed his hand and dragged him out.
Tang Wulin just barely managed to look back and shout, “Xie Xie, I’m going out with my senior disciple sister first. I’ll be back later.”
“Go, just go already.” Xie Xie was already laying on his bed resting with his eyes closed. He hadn’t had a moment of reprieve from Wu Zhangkong’s glacial aura and the glares of the surrounding women during the entire trip whilst sitting next to his teacher. Now that he was free from that tormenting environment, fatigue drained his energy while sleep overwhelmed his consciousness.
“Senior disciple sister, slow down. Just what are we doing?” Tang Wulin pleaded.
“We have a meeting.” Mu Xi’s short reply left no room for debate. She turned a corner and, seeing that there weren’t many people around, Mu Xi quickly pinched Tang Wulin’s delicate cheeks.
“Senior disciple sister!” Tang Wulin waved his arms in protest.
“Pinching you means that I respect you. Your cheeks are nice to pinch. Okay, we’re here.” Mu Xi pushed Tang Wulin into a room as she spoke.
Over a dozen people were present in the room, each wearing the familiar badge of a blacksmith.
The leader of the delegation from the Blacksmith’s Association was someone Tang Wulin knew—Cen Yue. Aside from Cen Yue, the others were unfamiliar faces that ranged from their late teens to their early twenties.
Cen Yue’s stern expression transformed into a beaming smile the moment Tang Wulin and Mu Xi walked in.
“You’re here, Wulin? Come, I’ll introduce you to the other outstanding blacksmiths of your generation.”
There were a couple people that stood out to Tang Wulin—a youth around eighteen years old named Zheng Tianlin and a young man a little over twenty named Tang Wenhao.
They both had their own pec
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