Watching Xiang Ning walk out, Fu Yingxiao hesitantly asked, “Mr. Chen, did you really make him a promise just like that? Even if he’s Mr. Dong’s disciple and is talented, these are two very different fields.” 

Chen Tianhua chuckled. “It won’t be a big problem. He’s young and holds infinite potential.” As he spoke, he closed his eyes and thought to himself. Let’s see if the kid you’re mentoring can become the Saint Smith, Dong Qianyi.

Meanwhile, Xiang Ning returned to the gathering point as quickly as he could. Due to the battle that had erupted in the sky above Hang City, there were no taxis he could hail. Out of desperation, he sped along on a bicycle....