"The Big Smithing Competition?"
Before Master Kurong could say a word, Tiandao the Venerable One beat him to it. "Brother Yu, for generations, Mount Wuzhi has been assigning people to compete in the Big Smithing Competitions." He paused for a while before he added, "Martial Uncle hasn't been managing the sect for a long time, so you can communicate directly with me regarding this matter."
The old macaque scoffed. "Tiandao, you're becoming more overbearing—you're even calling the shots for Kurong now?"
Nonetheless, Master Kurong was not mad at all. He smiled faintly and asked, "Old Macaque, throughout this century, when has Tiandao not called the shots for me?"
