“Boss, Zion Watson has been frequently visiting Dragon’s Peak Villa these past two days.”
“And Isaac Smith has been stepping out regularly, looking relaxed-sometimes even chatting and laughing with others. I suspect the Dragon Slayer Powder is nearly complete!”
Nathan shared his insights.
For more than twenty days, Isaac Smith had been confined to the villa, and Nathan had only seen him once during that period. On that occasion, Isaac had looked grave and burdened.
But now, Isaac was making frequent appearances, and Zion Watson had visited Dragon’s Peak Villa seven times in just three days, always in a rush and staying for hours at a time.
It was all too unusual.
Nathan couldn’t think of any other explanation apart from the success of the Dragon Slayer Powder.
“It’s wrapping up,” Flynn muttered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, anticipation building within him.
After expending so much effort and mobilizing so many people, the figures from Greengate were finally about to emerge.
Judging by Zion Watson’s past behavior, his master must hold a significant position. Perhaps he was even the organizer of the legendary war ten years ago.
“Keep a close eye on them in the next few days. Call me immediately if anyone from Greengate shows up!”
“And remember, don’t alert them to our presence…” Flynn instructed before hanging up.
This was a matter concerning his mother. He had to be cautious.
This was his only hope.
—
Flynn climbed the mountain.
“Mr. Clark, let me help you!” Callie Pearce had already arrived and took the reclining chair from Flynn’s hands.
This girl was always so eager!
She must have rushed over right after Flynn ended his call.
Flynn glanced at the ground and was greeted by a sight of peaches, grapes, sunflower seeds, and a pile of snacks.
“Why did you bring so much? Even if you’re wealthy, you shouldn’t waste money like this. Are you planning to move in here?” Flynn chuckled as he helped carry the items.
Callie Pearce blushed slightly, biting her lip shyly. “If Mr. Clark stays up here, Callie is more than willing to keep you company…”
“Uh…”
Her words reminded Flynn of something. Refining the iron meteorite wouldn’t be a quick task.
Initially, he estimated three days, but upon closer inspection last night, he discovered an ice core within the meteorite.
It might take ten days now.
But he had to go to Slatin…
Everything was happening at once.
Hmm. Could Molly watch over it?
After all, he had helped her make significant progress in her cultivation. Asking her to oversee the process for ten days wasn’t unreasonable.
Callie Pearce, seeing Flynn hesitate, laughed and added, “Mr. Clark, I was just joking. I brought the fruit to pass the time. Eating while enjoying the view-it’s the perfect way to relax.”
The two walked to a cliffside deep in the bamboo forest.
Flynn set up the Dragonsfire Cauldron and started a fire.
“Callie, move the reclining chair farther back. The temperature will get extremely high soon. Within ten meters, it could burn your skin,” Flynn cautioned.
Refining the iron meteorite required a temperature of over two thousand degrees. Regular wood, with a maximum burning point of 1600 degrees, wouldn’t suffice.
This was where spiritual energy came into play.
The wood burned slowly, and after sending a message to Molly, Flynn waved his hand over the furnace.
A trace of spiritual energy, invisible to ordinary eyes, adhered to the furnace walls.
With this infusion of spiritual energy, the furnace could stabilize the temperature and harness the natural forces at the mountaintop, maintaining over two thousand degrees.
Wind wouldn’t disrupt it. Rain wouldn’t touch it.
“Boom!”
The flames turned a deep blue, heating the surrounding air.
Even though Callie Pearce had moved ten meters away, she could still feel the scorching heat on her skin.
But Flynn seemed unaffected, crouching by the furnace and adding wood.
Once the fire fully enveloped the Dragonsfire Cauldron, Flynn walked over to Callie and moved the reclining chair to a spot beside a large boulder for her comfort.
“Mr. Clark, please sit,” Callie said, spreading a picnic cloth on the ground and laying out the fruit and snacks.
Flynn grabbed a stone and placed it nearby. “Callie, you take the chair. I’ll sit on the rock.”
Even though he was rough around the edges, he still had some gentlemanly manners.
“Mr. Clark, don’t be so formal. Sit down! I’ll peel an orange for you,” Callie insisted, smiling as she grabbed Flynn’s arm and gently pulled him into the reclining chair.
Feeling a warmth in his heart, Flynn relented and sat down. “Call your father,” he suggested.
“Alright!” Callie quickly took out her phone.
When the video call connected, Brandon’s cheerful face appeared, with the endless desert stretching out in the background.
“Callie, Mr. Clark is with you, isn’t he?”
As soon as Brandon spoke, excited shouts erupted from the other end of the call.
“The boss got in touch with Mr. Clark?!”
“What? Mr. Clark? Let me see!”
“Callie, give the phone to Mr. Clark! We need to talk to him-please!”
Amid the excited clamor, the screen revealed the faces of Clayton Robinson and Ethan Langley, along with the others, all jostling for position. Brandon was pushed to the side.
“You brats! You’ve turned things upside down!” Brandon scolded Clayton Robinson with a playful punch, though his face showed nothing but affection.
He wasn’t angry at all.
His eyes were full of pride.
The Edge team members were brimming with energy and fighting spirit, and that filled him with joy.
“Alright, alright. I know you’re eager. I’ll hand the phone to Mr. Clark now,” Brandon said with a laugh, passing the phone to Callie.
Callie handed the phone to Flynn, her eyes filled with gratitude.
The Pearce family owed this man too much. For him, they would willingly sacrifice everything.
When Flynn’s face appeared on the screen, the noisy group instantly fell silent.
“Mr. Clark!”
The team quickly formed a neat row, their postures perfect, their faces solemn. It was as if Flynn were standing before them in West Haralu.
Their eyes shone with unshakable admiration.
“Good. You all look sharp. Keep it up. Especially you, Clayton Robinson. If any of you ten brats fail to make the cut, don’t bother coming back to Niarak!”
“I refuse to be embarrassed by you!” Flynn said sternly, rising to his feet.
“Yes, Mr. Clark! Don’t worry, we won’t let you down!”
“Mr. Clark, we want the boss to livestream this so you can witness our glory!”
“Yeah! We’ll repay your guidance with victory!”
Flynn, one of the ten chief instructors of the military zones, hadn’t been able to personally visit The Edge. This had left the members feeling a little disappointed.
Now, they wanted to use this special opportunity to let Flynn witness The Edge’s triumph-Shipmeda State Military Region’s triumph.
“Alright. I’m free for now. Let’s see how far you’ve come,” Flynn said, leaning back on the reclining chair, nodding his approval.
“Yes! Mr. Clark agreed! Boss, make sure the camera’s on me!”
“You wish! Why should it only be on you? I’m the best-looking one here!”
“No way! I’m the only girl. The boss will definitely focus on me!”
The Edge team began bickering again, leaving Brandon both amused and exasperated.
Their cheers caught the attention of other military officers nearby.
Not far away, a woman in a crisp military uniform turned her head.
She was strikingly beautiful, with a flawless figure-firm, curving lines merging with a slender waist.
Her aura was commanding.
Her features were sharp and defined, with high cheekbones and a straight nose. Her piercing eyes sparkled like stars.
Her golden epaulets gleamed with embroidered leaves and a single golden insignia.
She was a major general.
This was Lyra, commander of the Black Phoenix, leading 80, 000 elite troops stationed at Bingford. Under the command of Yves Yancey, she was representing the Bingford military region in the grand military competition.
“What’s all this noise? Which military zone are you from? Playing on your phones at a time like this?”
Lyra had been conversing with other officers when The Edge’s cheers erupted.
Frowning, she strode decisively toward Brandon, who was holding the phone.