A commotion ran through the Highbeards. They had never imagined Bluemoon would have such a high evaluation of Qianye. Considering the norm in the neutral lands, where the burlier were almost always stronger, Qianye was nothing more than a lanky pretty boy. He simply didn’t look like a powerful expert.

But the Highbeards accepted this since Bluemoon had already decided on this matter. Besides, there were simply too many inconceivable aspects surrounding Qianye.

The work on Martyr’s Palace progressed in an orderly fashion. The Highbeards were all master machinists—their tools were installed on their arms or other parts of their body, and their mobile kinetic furnaces allowed them to work around the clock without tire.

It was already night when Qianye entered Southern Blue once more. It had been half a day since he left the Martyr’s Palace, but he still couldn’t sense any change in the energy left behind by the Pointer Monarch.

Qianye smiled briefly, for Bluemoon had passed yet another of his tests. Not everyone could withstand such a temptation. In the face of...