Tang Wulin’s Drawing

"I made it to the final eight, but today's competition was touch-and-go. I didn't expect the opponent to be capable of transferring a fire attribute soul skill directly into my mecha. Fortunately, it was quite difficult for him to do so. I managed to control my defenses while simultaneously defeating him with my Golden Dragon Spear."

"Hmm. Father, you must be careful. You'll do fine. Do come and visit me when the competition has ended. Stay for a few more days then."

"Sure, that's a promise. Be a good girl. Did you eat anything delicious today?"

Tang Wulin felt all warm and fuzzy as he listened to Gu Yuena's voice.

He chatted for a little while more before he hung up the communicator. Tang Wulin donned his military uniform and jacket before he left the Blood God Battalion. It was time for coffee in the afternoon.