After class, Jiang Ding contemplated his issues and flew towards the mining district dormitory, but was stopped by a formation method.
"Warning, this is a private dormitory, entry is prohibited."
"Sorry, it's a habit."
Jiang Ding felt somewhat embarrassed.
For a hundred years, it had become second nature, and he couldn't react in time.
His escape light swept him across tens of kilometers, and he landed atop a mountain peak that was shimmering with the metallic luster of silver-white and was abundant with spiritual energy.
Surrounding him, the silver-white metallic surfaces reflected dazzling light, piercing and scorching, with temperatures in the hundreds of degrees, very unsuitable for living. But to him, it felt quite good and he was in a cheerful mood.
"In the next ten years, I need to complete the conversion of my cultivation method, as well as... refining my flying sword."
Jiang Ding drew an azure flying sword from his brow and gazed at it for a long time.
