The artifact refining competition has concluded, and Emperor Zhuang departed with Guangming Academy's students, his face dark with disappointment.
Hu Jincheng stood there, motionless, as if someone had sealed his acupoints.
The person most concerned about him was none other than Hu Meimei, who walked to his side, holding his hand, "Brother..."
"Meimei..."
Hu Jincheng's expression was not pleasant, for he had utterly lost. He didn't actually have a strong obsession with winning or losing; instead, he was now more worried about the status of the Hu Family. Emperor Zhuang would not easily let the Hu Family go.
Fearing what might befall the Hu Family after this, it was no wonder Hu Jincheng's mood was grim.
"Brother, let's leave Guang Country. You once said we should go to You Country."
Hu Meimei tightly held his hand, her eyes slightly warm. Her interest in Hua Yunlin was not an impulsive choice.
