Heading to the Foggy Cloud Land

A day later, in the secret basement…

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“It’s done!”

“Finally, it’s finished! We did it!” the artisan master shouted as he attached the last piece.

“The page of history has begun to be written!” Zheng-Fu declared, standing beside him and gazing at the completed Noah Zeppelin. All that remained was to engrave the spell characters at key points, and the Zeppelin would be ready to take flight.

“Our work is done, Young Master. The rest is up to you. We could build it, but we can’t make it fly,” The muscular elder spoke up again, looking at Zheng-Fu with an expectant expression, eagerly awaiting the moment when the Noah Airship would actually be able to fly.

“No problem. The next part is dangerous, so I need everyone to step back from the Noah Zeppelin. If something goes wrong, I won’t be able to protect you,” Zheng-Fu replied, nodding to the elder and signaling the other artisans to retreat.

Thump! Thump! Thump!