Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
This sort of upset was too common in the land below, so nobody found it sensational. The only reason they gathered to watch the fight was because of the words thrown out by the two people. Some people di find it interesting how Yang Dao could manage to cast spells that big and that fast.
His speed and strength had made him a topic to talk about in the past few days among the grade three elementals present in the place. The boy himself was busy practicing and consolidating his gains from the battle. The spear was also learned by him.
At this moment, he laid on the healing pattern, with his forehead covered with sweat. He had just finished practicing and was tired. He mumbled while catching up his breath, "Weapons can augment and aid the bending to a higher level. I wonder if I can use the bow here? But it will be too high profile. Well, let us practice the knife skills and then the sword skills in a low-key manner. Then go back home."