The energy of the Silver Body circulated, and Ah Dai rose into the air, setting off in the direction of the Empire of Tian Jing in the pitch-black night. The chilly night wind continuously slapped against his body, keeping Ah Dai's mind in the most alert state. The gentle touch of the breeze felt so leisurely; thinking that he would see Teacher Goris soon made his heart blaze with excitement. His steps grew even more vigorous.
As he walked, suddenly he saw the sky not far away lit up. A red fireball soared into the high sky, bursting into a shower of sparks, looking exceptionally splendid. Ah Dai's heart stirred; that flame did not seem like magic but looked more like fireworks. The Pu Yan tribe shouldn't have such things as fireworks!