Ou Yangming curbed his thought and left the smithing room with a faint smile, then he headed toward the main hall.
He was secretly mad. 'It wasn't my fault anyway. I just saw something I shouldn't, and I don't know how those items could be used, so why am I feeling guilty…'
Nonetheless, Ou Yangming failed to encourage himself no matter how hard he tried. Before he entered the main hall, he shook his head and sighed. 'Being a man is tiring.'
The Smithing Hall was not much different from when he left before this as many people gathered and conversed with each other. Nevertheless, when Ou Yangming entered the main hall, he sensed that the noise was reduced by a whole level.
Moreover, almost everyone was looking at him.
Ou Yangming looked around but Feng Guangyuan was nowhere to be found. He figured that the master either accepted the task because he could not stand the itch, or he left already.
