57 Does Your Face Still Hurt?

Wu Zhangkong raised an eyebrow. “Forging? You’re a Soul Master, but you learned how to forge? The clumsy bird flies early into the forest. You’re a clumsy bird, yet you actually wasted your time on such a pointless thing.”

Tang Wulin lowered his head and said, “But everyone told me that my martial soul is trash. And my spirit soul isn’t that good either…”

Wu Zhangkong interrupted, “So you decided to become a blacksmith? What a farce! Remember this, you are my student. Unless I deem you to be useless, you must put all of your efforts into developing as a Soul Master.”

Off to the side, Xie Xie’s mouth unexpectedly began to twitch. ‘Didn’t you just say I was useless?’ At this moment, he could sympathize with Tang Wulin. Of course, he was only able to do so because he had won.