Ang stepped out of the airship port plaza, his expression still calm, though a coldness from the recent battle lingered between his brows. The moment he left the plaza, a familiar figure hurried over to him.
"Ang, what happened just now?" Quintina asked urgently, her eyes sweeping over him as though confirming whether he had been injured.
Behind her, Puli, Isi, and Mons also wore puzzled expressions. Clearly, they had all sensed the disturbance earlier. Although they had already left the airship port plaza, the Mage Association had sealed it off, leaving them unable to go back. They could only wait anxiously for Ang to come out.
Seeing this, Ang gently shook his head and said calmly:
"There was a Black Mage on the airship we took. I reported him to the Mage Association, and he has been arrested."
"Was it that guy we tested earlier?" Quintina immediately caught on and asked sharply.
Ang nodded slightly. Puli and the others' gazes immediately grew deeper, filled with curiosity and a trace of vigilance.
"Do you remember? Back in the airship lounge, Quintina and I noticed something was off about him." Ang briefly recounted what he had observed at the time.
After hearing this, Isi sighed softly and shook his head. "It seems quite a few mages have joined the Black Magic Society..."
"Black Mages turned the Tarim Plane into a complete mess." Puli's voice was low, carrying a hint of anger.
His words instantly plunged the group into silence. The Tarim Plane had nearly become ruins because of the hellhounds' rampage. Countless people had died, and countless families had been torn apart.
"It's all in the past now." Ang looked at them and spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm. "The Tarim Plane has returned to normal. I heard that many