Chapter 111: Shared Blood Magic

With the first light of dawn seeping through the cracks of the curtains and into the study, Xia Zhou was holding his arms admiring his masterpiece from the last night.

A miniature flying airship approximately a cubic meter in size was hovering between the desk and the ceiling—its propellers spinning at a constant speed, and the slightest breeze was being expelled from behind the blades.

This mini airship was a creation from the shaping spell and floated in the air due to the alchemical gas in the gasbag rather than Xia Zhou using his will to keep it suspended.

Neither were the airship's propellers mere decoration.

If not for the limited space in the room, Xia Zhou could even command the propellers to speed up, allowing the mini airship to move forward at a maximum speed of 10 kilometers per hour.

"Squeak~", the door was gently pushed open.