Viola’s smugness didn’t last long.
A barely noticeable ripple appeared in the space of the office, and Professor Clark’s figure manifested out of thin air like a specter.
As soon as he erged, he habitually glared at Viola, who was still making faces.
The latter imdiately shrank her neck like a cat whose scruff had been grabbed, reverting instantly to a "well-behaved" posture.
Clark’s gaze swept over Jeming, Anger, and Anger’s son, nodding slightly: "Everyone’s here. Let’s go."
Without any spare words, the group followed Clark and stepped into the academy’s dedicated long-distance Teleportation Array.
A strong sensation of spatial pulling ensued, causing the surrounding light and shadows to twist and transform rapidly.
When their vision stabilized again, they found themselves on an extrely spacious giant square.
Jeming had an impression of this place.
The Nolun Workshop Headquarters, a fleeting glimpse during his participation in elite trials years ago, but back then he was too hurried to observe closely.
Compared to the bustling scene of trials in his mory, the square now had significantly fewer people but was still lively.
More importantly, no matter if they were hurried passersby or standing figures engaged in conversation, clear fluctuations of Extraordinary Power emanated from everyone — each person in this square was a Wizard!
"Tsk tsk..." Jeming marveled privately.
He had long heard of the few core planes ranked at the top of Nolun Workshop, where the ambitious goal that all humans possessed wizard qualifications was achieved.
Yet rumors were just that, and seeing this "wizards like ordinary people" scene firsthand was a different kind of shock.
Even though most here were just First to Third Level Wizard Apprentices, with such a massive base, even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of promotion would produce an astronomical number of Official Wizards.
Their sudden appearance attracted quite a few glances from the surrounding crowd.
Especially those already promoted to Official Wizards, who sensed the abyss-like profound Spiritual Force Field that Clark and Viola emanated even when restrained, showing faces of respect and undisguisable astonishnt.
Evidently, even at this all-wizard Nolun Workshop Headquarters, High Tier Wizards remained rare figures among the clouds, hard to encounter.
Facing the gazes projected from all directions, each mber of the group reacted differently.
Professor Clark remained expressionless, as though the surrounding attention was no different from air, proceeding directly ahead.
Jeming was similarly calm; he was long accustod to being noticed as a powerhouse, and to hiding himself when necessary; his mindset now was steady and unwavering.
Viola appeared to have finally found her stage.
She gracefully raised her elegantly contoured chin slightly, silver-gray hair swaying behind her head, creating an intentionally elegant and noble posture with her steps.
Though outwardly composed, Jeming glimpsed an almost overflowing pride deep within her eyes.
He understood that his senior likely not only played new tricks on the "Law of Pain," but also made significant progress in the field of law expansion.
Jeming knew Viola well, aware she wasn’t soone who fancied flaunting.
Thus it’s obvious she was gathering the surrounding people’s other emotions.
Anger faced the stir, appearing sowhat awkward but still able to stay composed.
Beside him, his son Kors visibly tensed, his body slightly tightened, eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
Jeming glanced at the young man, understanding that this child should have just completed his first Plane War, still experiencing battle-induced stress.
Clark glanced at the information displayed on the Magic Network Terminal on his wrist, indicating a direction to the group: "This way."
They stepped onto the square’s edge, onto a wide tal avenue capable of accommodating giant beasts.
They didn’t need to walk at all; upon stepping on the surface, a gentle yet stable Energy Force Field ford out of thin air.
These Energy Force Fields, like invisible conveyor belts, enveloped them, smoothly and swiftly gliding in the designated direction.
Jeming took the opportunity to carefully observe the legendary Nolun 1st Academy Plane.
Contrasting sharply with his traditional Wizard Tower-styled Nolun13th Plane and the relatively primitive environnt of Nolun147th Plane, here it was a future sci-fi spectacle.
Skyscrapers soared into the sky, reflecting a cold tallic luster; various silent vehicles hovered on designated tracks in endless streams; autonomous chanical creations of various forms efficiently flitted between buildings.
Most striking was the massive space station hovering at the horizon, like a second moon, its imnse structure clearly visible under the "sun’s" light.
Moreover, since all the residents here were transcendent beings, the efficiency of many technological creations was maximized.
For instance, the Energy Force Field carrying their movent was accelerating unstoppably!
The surrounding scenes began to stretch backward into blurred streaks of color, sharp sonic booms deftly isolated by the Force Field outside, but the tangible sensation of barrier-breaking was unmistakable.
Within re seconds, their speed of movent had broken the sound barrier and continued to increase!
Were it not for their physical prowess as Official Wizards, the abrupt G-force from such acceleration would have caused ordinary people to faint or even disintegrate.
And the speed kept climbing swiftly until even Jeming found it challenging to capture details visually.
Thanks to this ultra-fast movent, after only a few minutes, the force field’s speed began to stabilize and decrease.
Ahead, a grander cluster of architecture erged at the horizon’s end.
Their destination, Nolun 1st Academy, had arrived.
At the academy’s entrance, seemingly inford of their arrival, two Wizards were already awaiting them.
One of them was all too familiar to Jeming—tall and resolute in appearance—none other than Reks, the Tenth Level Talent Genius famously skilled in alchemy from the "Justice" plane.
Jeming hesitated for a mont upon seeing Reks, then realized.
The other was indeed a genius in the field of alchemy, belonging to the sa alchemy faction, making their encounter here perfectly reasonable.
The other Wizard wore a deep blue starry Magic Robe, his naturally dispersing Spiritual Fluctuations felt as vast as oceans, undoubtedly a Sixth Level Powerhouse!
This Wizard bore a warm smile, appearing very familiar.
"Clark! You finally arrived!" the blue-robed Wizard greeted enthusiastically, giving Clark’s shoulder a hearty pat. Although Clark’s expression remained unchanged, the closeness between the two was evident.
Clark nodded in acknowledgnt, then turned to his students to introduce: "This is Augusta Wizard."
Jeming, Viola, Anger, and his child imdiately composed themselves respectfully, greeting Augusta Wizard: "Greetings, Lord Augusta."
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