Finally, three days had passed. Leng San first came to the blacksmith's shop. The trolley was refinedly finished, ready to be used. Leng San tried sitting on it. He used the force from his arm to spin the wheels to move. There was a lever to control the direction by the small wheels below. Because of the mixed metal, it was lightweight. Even if it was not as mobile as walking, he could move by himself.
“This's fine…” Leng San let out a dry smile, never thought that there would be a day when he had to ride in a wheelchair like this. Mr. White was a little upset that it had to return to the seal on the boy’s chest, but it was seduced by the huge radish, which was its favorite, so Mr. White decided to return in a good manner.
Leng San went straight to the Divine Dragon God Institute, Sub-branch One. The outside was filled with tens of thousands of people. The Divine Dragon God Institute only recruited minors under the age of twenty but to complete the studies was indefinite.