Liu Zhi was right. He couldn't keep an eye on the ship's construction the whole time. He could only follow the standard process, and the ships that came out of it were like products off an assembly line—without a soul.
Still, this way, there was less chance of making a mistake.
Liu Zhi spent about eleven days building a Mythic-class Ark Proverbs at the shipyard.
It looked just like a ship from some cartoon: strange, chubby, and capable of flight.
After building it, Liu Zhi inspected the ship from top to bottom. He had a feeling that as soon as he infused it with the lightning of Death Lightning, the ship would be his.
But Liu Zhi also understood that Fireblade City had commissioned the ship. If he wanted to secure future business, he'd better not try anything with it.
When the Ark Proverbs was nearly finished, Fireblade City had already sent over three players who wielded lightning.
It was obvious that these three weren't players from Fireblade City.
One had blue skin and was surrounded by a layer of lightning.
Another looked like a being made of lightning, while the last was a blond, bearded man whose eyes occasionally flashed with lightning.
It was clear that these three were the captains Fireblade City had chosen for the Ark Proverbs.
Which of them would be selected, though, would depend on their luck.
After finishing the Ark Proverbs, Liu Zhi stepped aside.
Liu Zhi could instinctively tell that the three of them had different levels of understanding when it came to lightning.
The blue-skinned man was actually the strongest of the three, and he had the best grasp of lightning, too.
As he stood before Liu Zhi, the blue-skinned man was like walking chain lightning. Anyone who stood near him could