Night had just fallen. Before Eastsea Academy's air raid sirens could sound, the dull roar of engines approached from afar, tearing apart the tranquility above the dormitory district.
A violent wind swept up the fallen leaves in the courtyard as a pitch-black heavy mecha crashed down outside the small courtyard gate.
Its heavy mechanical feet shattered the bluestone paving without damaging the courtyard walls in the slightest, displaying the pilot's terrifyingly precise control.
The cockpit opened, and Xing Tie's burly figure leaped out, striding quickly into the courtyard.
The room door was already open.
Xing Tie strode inside and shut the door behind him, blocking any possible prying eyes from outside.
Facing Tang Linyuan and the other two, he respectfully lowered his head. Then, the storage Soul Tool on his wrist flashed repeatedly.
Three specially made metal temperature-controlled cases were neatly placed on the wooden table.
"Young Master Linyuan, Young Master Wulin."
Xing Tie opened the cases one by one and introduced them briskly,
"Following the president's instructions, these are the things you requested. The one on the left is an Ice Crystal Fruit, around eight hundred and fifty years old, intercepted directly from a caravan from the Far North. Its chill is extremely potent. The one in the middle is a Crimson Flame Fruit, nine hundred years old. Its fire poison has already been completely removed."
As the cases opened, the temperature in the room instantly became exceedingly strange.
Fine frost formed across the left half of the room, while heat waves rolled through the right half, even warping the air.
Finally, Xing Tie opened the largest metal barrel.
A thick earthy stench mixed with overwhelmingly tyrannical blood energy surged into the air, accompanied by what seemed to be the faint sound of a beast's low roar.
"This is