Time flew by. More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
After another lunch, Alan suddenly noticed that Francis and Fort weren't cultivating. Instead, they were packing their belongings.
"I'll be taking them somewhere new for training. You should also start preparing to head to Ironblood City," Headmaster Gayle explained, noticing Alan's puzzled expression.
Alan nodded, just as Francis and Fort came over with their bags.
"When we come back, our strength will definitely have improved by leaps and bounds. I'll make sure you witness just how awesome I am!" Francis clapped Alan's shoulder confidently.
Isabella pouted. "My brother's the best. Even after your training, you still won't be his match!"
Francis grinned. "Oh yeah? Don't come begging me for mercy when that time comes!"
Isabella stuck out her tongue. "I'll make sure my brother goes easy on you."
Fort chimed in as well. "I'll help hold Alan back too. I'd hate to see you get killed."
