Chapter 559: Chapter 307: The Most Memorable Thing Was Being With Master

Swish...

The car left the North Suburb Base.

Bai Mo sat in the cabin, holding his disciple, and patted its newly full belly, looking out the car window.

"Hey? They’re still doing construction over there?

"What are they building?"

The road the car passed revealed a structure similar to a subway entrance.

But it’s built with rock and metal, dark inside, and even more somber.

Wu Qingyun and Fang Xiaoyu also looked over; they don’t come to the North Suburb Base often and aren’t sure.

But the driver, Old Zhang, is much more informed.

"Ha, Expert Bai Mo doesn’t know?

"That’s a newly built underground prison!

"I heard that in the future, serious offenders involving Immortal Technique will be confined there.

"Seems like some serious offenders are already locked in."

Bai Mo and the others were taken aback.

"Why choose such a spot for a prison?

"It’s a bit strange."

Old Zhang held the steering wheel steadily and spoke while driving.

"Strange? It’s okay!

"I heard the location choice has its own significance.

"Right above the prison is the headquarters of the Immortal Committee. If a jailbreak or escape happens, the first barrier would be the Immortal Committee!

"Also, I heard..."

Driver Old Zhang, mysteriously lowering his voice.

"The prison is very close to the Ancient Immortal Arena.

"You understand what that means, right?"

Bai Mo didn’t quite get it; what does it mean?

Old Zhang explained.

"The West State Boss, the most concerned place for him is that arena!

"That’s his hero-saving-the-beauty spot.

"If something happens there, he’ll immediately pay attention!

"Got it?"

Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun both suddenly realized.

Saying it like that certainly makes sense!

Only Bai Mo, with an expressionless face, was speechless inside... What does all this mean? Such nonsense!

He looked out the window again, and saw the office building of the Immortal Committee to the right front of the road, and the command center of the Immortal Committee to the right rear of the road.

The Ancient Immortal Arena is still some distance away from here.

No one knows where the West State Boss is, what he’s focusing on, or whether he can be relied upon.

If the prison really changes, if danger truly arrives, only the Immortal Committee would be in the forefront!

Bai Mo took out his phone, flipped through the internal forum, and found that several months ago, the Immortal Technique Committee had discussed this matter.

The highest-praised comment.

[Anyway, our work is awesome]

[Danger isn’t lacking anyway]

[Too many mites don’t scare bites]

[Guarding the prison is good too]

[No fear at all]

Bai Mo grinned a smile and gave this talented buddy a double-tap.

Like plus one!

...

Fox Mountain Foundry Workshop.

Around the casting workbench, a dozen fox disciples were circled.

Piaopiao Xue opened the mold and took out the newly cast faucet component for the jug, holding it with her fox claw, looking at this and that, rubbing a few times more.

"Ying Ying Ying?"

This is a large faucet, extremely smooth inside and out to the touch.

Using this on a jug, will it not leak wine?

"Casting" as a technique is indeed impressive!

Bai Mo squatted aside, holding a mold in one hand and a component in the other, teaching them the casting technique.

"Everyone saw the operation just now, right?

"Our Gray Star Oak is an ideally special mold material, hardly deforms with temperature, nor gets damaged or ignited by metal liquid.

"But it is also a consumable.

"When its durability reaches its limit, it will directly crack or disintegrate, and then new molds need to be sculpted."

At this point, the disciples widened their eyes, pondering.

So far, they haven’t learned to sculpt molds.

The samples used for the master’s lecture were sculpted by his own hands.

"During pouring, ensure constant temperature and pressure, this specific operation..."

While Bai Mo spoke, the disciples leaned their furry heads over, eyes wide, intently watching their master’s hands.

Sometimes nodding, providing feedback to the master, indicating they remembered.

Or stretching out their fox claws, mimicking the master’s movements.

Or suddenly speaking up, indicating they didn’t understand, asking the master to repeat.

The process of pouring casting isn’t complicated.

After Bai Mo finished speaking, the dozen fox disciples showed serious faces, nodding heavily, indicating they remembered!

He stood up, dusting off his hands.

"Alright, everyone explore further and get familiar.

"Remember to clock off promptly later."

Bai Mo smiled and patted the disciples’ heads, then got up to leave for the Bronze Hall.

...

After dinner, Bai Mo came to the Fox Mountain dormitory hall again.

There he saw the disciples forming circles, all busy carving out their "most impressive scenes," the hall filled with the "crackling" sound of claws etching into wood.

"Po Po Rain, what are you carving?"

Bai Mo approached the nearest circle, only to see the fox disciples quickly pull their works into their arms, covering with their front paws and big tails, turning their fat heads, shaking them.

"Ying Ying Ying!"

Not finished carving yet, not showing master!

"Huh?"

Bai Mo scanned around, but wherever he looked, each fox disciple was busy pulling up and covering their works, not letting their master see.

"Haha, alright, keep up the good work then."

Bai Mo smiled broadly, continuing his walk towards the central bed of the hall.

He took out his tablet, recording the doubts generated from reading literature these days.

In a short time, he had written densely across two pages.

"Need extensive planting of experimental fields, try it out and see, to resolve these problems."

Bai Mo glanced at the disciples.