It was a beautiful day. The sun’s rays were sprinkling down onto the earth with a warm glow, and the gusts of wind felt refreshing to the face. In the skies above, several streaks of light flew through it.

Six people were traveling within these streaks of light. At the forefront of the group was Xiao Binzi, and behind him was Bai Yunfei and the others.

The group headed straight for the capital of the Southward River Province after they left the Underworld School. From there, they rode one of the still developmental and not yet ready for public ‘airships’. It took them only half a month for them to fly from the Southward River Province to Redfire City in the Great Plains Province.

“We’re here. That’s Mount Crimson in front of us, the place where our Crafting School is.”

The group had disembarked from the airship and flew the rest of the way afterward. It took no time at all for them to reach the mountain where the Crafting School was. Since Zheng Kai had never seen the school...