This floating mountain belonged to Iron Fist Club, and despite it being midnight, the floating mountain was hustling and bustling with people inside. Its atmosphere was filled with an intense masculine taste, and sounds of striking could be heard without a breath of respite.
As Li Yao walked inside, a few sharp gazes converged on him.
He wore the uniform of the Refining Department, on which there was a burning crystal gear engraved on his chest, appearing to be particularly striking among the tall and robust members of the Iron Fist Club.
Very quickly, someone recognized him.
"He’s Li Yao, the only student of the Refining Department."
"So he’s the one who would rather die than change departments? So whether the Refining Department will exist or be abolished rests on his shoulders?"
