The energy of the silver body churned, and Ah Dai floated upwards into the pitch-black night, heading towards the direction of the Empire of Tian Jing. The night wind with a hint of chill continuously slapped against his body, keeping his mind in the utmost alert state. The feeling of the breeze brushing against his face was rather picturesque. Soon, he thought, he would be reunited with Master Goris, which warmed his heart. His steps quickened.
As he walked on, suddenly he saw the sky light up in the distance, and a red fireball soared high, erupting in a blaze of sparks that looked particularly dazzling. Ah Dai's heart raced. The flame did not appear to be a result of magic but rather mundane fireworks, but the Pu Yan clan shouldn't have any fireworks!