Mei Nanchu, who was now Mei Wushang, was still in a daze when he returned to the base camp of the Demon Executing Army.
If he hadn't remembered the Golden Bell Shield Technique clearly in his mind, he would have thought that he was dreaming.
"Lieutenant Mei, you've changed your weapon."
"This weapon is domineering. How much did it cost?"
"Which workshop did you buy it from? I'll get one too."
Along the way, people kept greeting him.
Mei Wushang just answered them perfunctoryly, not telling the truth.
He was worried that he would cause trouble for Zhou Shu if he spoke nonsense.
His Highness thinks so highly of me. I mustn't let him down!
His Highness asked me to kill a hundred enemies in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament, so I'll kill a hundred and fifty or even two hundred!
