"I hope everyone will give me face."
The next moment, everyone saw an old blue-robed old man appear in front of the private room on the second floor. He had his hands behind his back and was extremely arrogant.
"Bao San, can you announce it now?"
The blue-robed old man looked down at everyone in the hall who seemed to have been intimidated by him. There was a hint of pride in his tone.
These Master Blacksmiths all respected their status and were arrogant. Even when facing a Divine Lord expert like the Third Master Bao, they did not have the slightest respect.
Third Master Bao was not angry. He smiled faintly, but before he could respond, a mocking laugh came from the private room beside him.
"Man Hong, it's been thousands of years since we last met, but I haven't seen any improvement in your abilities. Your temper has become much worse. Give you face? Have you asked me, Yan Qi?"
