C115 Choosing the Magical Weapon

Wang Pingfan had been deep in thought for nearly fifteen minutes, but neither President Lee nor President Tie seemed anxious. Recognizing the gravity of the decision at hand, they had settled into a comfortable spot to sip tea and wait. Meanwhile, Lee Qiuling lacked the patience to sit still. She was bustling about the guild, her curiosity piqued by the array of magical artifacts on display