Lin Yi looked at Zhang San's beaming smile. He seemed extremely confident in Qianheng Pavilion.
"Not bad," Lin Yi replied calmly, looking at Zhang San.
"By the way, where's the best place to repair a spirit boat?" Lin Yi asked.
"Young master, the best place in the city for repairing spirit artifacts is the Mystic Forge Hall," Zhang San said after a moment's thought.
"It's an organization under the Ten Thousand Forges Sacred Land that specializes in forging and repairing spirit artifacts. Its prices are fairly reasonable."
"All right, we'll go there. Lead the way," Lin Yi said.
"Uh, big brother, you do know our flying boat is a saint-grade flying boat, right?" Ye Xing flew over beside Lin Yi and whispered, keeping his voice very low.
"I know! What about it?" Lin Yi asked in confusion.
"Big brother, do you know how many spirit stones it costs to repair a saint-grade flying boat? We can't afford it!" Ye Xing said dolefully.
"Uh, don't worry about that. I have a way." Lin Yi faltered for a moment, then recovered and spoke.
"Big brother, what way could you possibly have?" Ye Xing asked curiously.
"Don't ask. You'll know when we get there," Lin Yi said mysteriously.
With Zhang San leading the way, they soon arrived at the Mystic Forge Hall.
"Young masters, the Mystic Forge Hall is just ahead," Zhang San said respectfully.
Lin Yi looked over from a distance. The towering hall was built from darksteel divine rock, smoke rose from its roof, and a scorching metallic scent drifted over on the wind.
The entire hall seemed to rest atop a furnace. The air around it warped slightly from the heat, and three large characters on its sign proclaimed "Mystic Forge Hall."
"Young masters, I'll wait outside," Zhang San said.