"I am your Master Uncle Clayton Armstrong," said the expert from the Celestial Tier, emanating a powerful aura as he looked towards the gathered group of prospective and official disciples.
By then, Peter Brown had also figured out some of the situation. This time they were heading to a mining site thousands of billions of miles away from the sect, a place known for producing a kind of mixed ore useful in refining artifacts. The guard shifts changed yearly, and it was now Peter and his group's turn to relieve the current guardians.
Of course, Peter knew that the true guardians of the mine were high-level experts, and they were essentially just supervisors within the mine.
Their Flying Magical Artifact was a large ship; everyone boarded, and the ship quickly set sail forward.
