"Chu Hao. Chu Hao." Tang Xin knocked on the door rhythmically, and Flying Fire immediately leapt out, skillfully flicking the door open with its claw—this guy really was a freak, with an absurdly high IQ.
"What." Chu Hao lay in bed; he had to forge iron every day, which left his entire body sore and all he wanted to do after returning home was sleep.
"Tomorrow, Xue Li will fight Shi Lingyue to decide the ranking of the fifth and sixth Core Disciples." Tang Xin plopped down on the chair.
"What's that to me?" Chu Hao didn't even lift his head.
