It was deep in the night when Han Feng left the Black Market.
He didn't rush back to school, but instead strolled slowly along the empty streets.
An invisible current of air generated by his Wind Manipulation Technique held his body three inches off the ground, allowing him to walk in complete silence.
The almost crazed, fanatical gazes of the Lei Brothers and Long Xiao kept replaying in his mind.
He knew that he hadn't just refined a piece of equipment today.
He had also dropped a bomb into the underworld of East Sea City—one powerful enough to ignite an explosion of greed and desire.
A "Divine Artisan" who could consistently produce Quasi Tier Four items, with the potential to forge true Tier Four Spiritual Soldiers.
Such a title was enough to drive any faction into a frenzy.
And he would be the one running the table amid this frenzy.
