At the Celestial Gate Mountain landing, Fang Qingyuan, Situ Jingyu, and Jinbao disembarked from one of the Treasure Pavilion's Tier Three Flying Boats.
Situ Jingyu felt a little out of place upon arriving. Staring at the prosperous Marketplace and the surging crowds, she felt it was far more vibrant than the Earth Cave Fire Domain.
Fang Qingyuan, however, felt a great sense of relief. 'I'm finally home,' he thought. 'I never want to set foot in that godforsaken Black Sand City again.'
Sensing the twelve black short blades gathered within his Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan found most of his attention focused on them. During the month since he'd acquired them, he had taken them out from time to time in the Flying Boat's cabin to study them. He had finally figured one thing out: the intrinsic function of the twelve short blades as Magical Artifacts was not what mattered. The key was the material they were made from.
