When the ancient and profound figure of the Nolun Wizard appeared at the palace entrance, without needing any reminders, all the wizards in the hall, regardless of their seniority or strength, bowed in unison to express their utmost respect for this Eighth Level Wizard.
Jeming joined the crowd in bowing, but couldn’t help letting his gaze linger on the Nolun Wizard for a few monts longer.
Initially, he truly hadn’t expected the Nolun Wizard to co here, especially since it sounded like he was Anton Buchanan’s ntor.
Jeming’s mind raced, instantly understanding the crucial point within.
The Nolun Workshop, essentially founded on Logistics Elent Witchcraft as its basis and developnt orthodoxy.
Among them, the three pillars disciplines of Alchemy, Runes, and Magic Potion are renowned far and wide.
As the founder of the workshop, the Nolun Wizard himself is naturally soone who has thoroughly researched Logistics Elent Witchcraft to its fullest extent.
His mastery of Alchemy, to even personally teach an alchemy pinnacle Great Wizard like Anton Buchanan, is completely logical.
"Hiss!!!"
A thought like lightning flashed across Jeming’s mind, almost making him lose his calm deanor:
"So according to those popular novels’ divisions, I, Jeming, trained under Clark, Clark trained under Anton Buchanan, Anton Buchanan trained under Nolun... Doesn’t that make a direct descendent in the founding lineage of the Nolun Workshop? A legendary ’head disciple’? The kind of background where bothering the junior draws out a string of elder monsters?"
This identity made Jeming feel a multitude of emotions, a peculiar sense of absurdity.
However, this feeling lasted only a few monts before dissipating.
He quickly regained clarity; background was one thing, but in the vast and boundless multi-dinsional planes, danger lurks everywhere.
The number of Logistics Departnt Wizards in the Nolun Workshop is vast, theoretically all "orthodox," yet their numbers never seed to lessen when it was ti to fall.
Strength is the eternal foundation.
The Nolun Wizard entered with a gentle smile, accompanied by several Seventh Level Wizards, each exuding a star-like vast aura.
Firstly, Master Anton Buchanan respectfully greeted the Nolun Wizard and then intimately conversed with several Seventh Level Wizards, warmly familiar in their speech, clearly showing they were fellow disciples.
Among them, one wizard seed particularly close to Anton Buchanan.
His entire body had already achieved full energy transformation, seemingly composed of pure blue arcane energy, surrounded by rune phantoms constantly appearing and disappearing.
This wizard’s voice carried an energy vibration, couldn’t help but exclaim: "I never expected, among us, it would be you, Anton, who first touched the boundary of the Eighth Level Wizard."
Upon hearing this, Master Anton Buchanan imdiately put his hands on his waist, puffed out his small chest, and let out a proud laugh: "Heh heh heh heh... Of course! I’m the real genius! Much more reliable than you old folks!"
Listening to his master’s unabashed, almost "childish" proclamation, Jeming instinctively glanced sideways at Viola.
Seemingly sensing this, Viola also turned her head.
She looked at Jeming with a puzzled expression, though due to the solemn occasion, did not speak, but her eyes clearly asked: "What’s up?"
Jeming regrettably shook his head slightly, feeling that both Professor Clark and he did not share much in common with his master in terms of personality... On the contrary, Senior Sister Viola’s occasionally flamboyant, showy nature quite closely mirrored the master’s legacy.
He couldn’t help but mutter inwardly: "Could it be the legendary ’generational affinity’? No, they don’t have any genetic relation either..."
Over there, Master Anton Buchanan chatted and laughed with his fellow disciples while respectfully leading the Nolun Wizard to the seat he had just occupied.
Then, with a flick of his little hand, streaks of alchemy light flowed onto the ground; the terrain beside the main seat rose like a living creature, quickly molding into several splendidly shaped rock thrones engraved with mysterious patterns.
The master, along with several Seventh Level Wizards, sat beside the Nolun Wizard.
Once the Nolun Wizard was seated, he casually waved a hand, a gentle yet irresistible force swept over the room, his voice calm yet clearly reached everyone: "All family here, no need to be too formal, just sit wherever."
"Thank you, Lord Nolun/Ancestor!" everyone bowed again in gratitude, then followed his words to sit down, their posture now even more correct than before.
The Nolun Wizard’s gaze slowly swept across the room, his gaze not sharp, yet seemingly able to penetrate all appearances, directly seeing essence.
When his gaze passed over Jeming, Jeming felt an invisible pressure far greater than Master Anton Buchanan’s, like the entire cosmos bearing down on him, causing his breathing to slightly pause.
Fortunately, the Body Refining Technique’s tempered physique provided solid support, and the ntal resilience honed by long-term study of profound knowledge played its part.
From the outside, Jeming did not reveal any anomalies, rely clasping his hands resting on his lap a bit tighter.
The Nolun Wizard’s gaze stayed on him for less than half a second, flashing an almost imperceptible trace of surprise, then moved away.
He then looked at Viola and Clark, finally settling on Anton Buchanan by his side, his tone carrying praise:
"Anton, I originally thought producing even one disciple like Clark would have been good. Did not expect that even among your grand-disciples, there’d be surprises. Quite remarkable."
Upon hearing praise from the Nolun Wizard himself, not only did Master Anton Buchanan smile broadly, even Professor Clark, who always presented a composed deanor, couldn’t repress a clearly visible curve at the corner of his mouth, pride evident in his eyes.
The conversation between the two esteed figures above did not intentionally lower their voices, allowing the wizards below to hear clearly.
In an instant, nurous gazes—curious, envious, exploratory—fixed upon Professor Clark’s area, focusing on Jeming, Viola, and Anger.
Faced with this sudden attention, Viola maintained that deliberately crafted elegant posture.
Her lips slightly curved, revealing an appropriately mysterious and confident smile.
For those unfamiliar with her true nature, they might indeed be misled by this exterior.
anwhile, Jeming and Anger appeared much calr.
Anger, naturally reserved, sat with restraint and poise.
Jeming, lowering his gaze, seed absorbed in ditation, apparently unaware of the external scrutiny.
It was Anger’s child who seed sowhat tense, especially since all the wizards present far surpassed his abilities, now under the watchful eyes of many, the pressure grew.
Glancing at the nervous "little fellow," Jeming, Viola, and Clark simultaneously released their auras, enveloping him, finally easing his tension.
The Nolun Wizard paid no mind to the minor commotion below, redirecting his attention to Anton Buchanan, his tone turning slightly formal: "Anton, how do you feel now? How are your states adjusted?"
Master Anton Buchanan sobered up, his youthful countenance reflecting the seriousness and confidence of a peak wizard: "Feeling quite well, ntor. Preparations are complete in all aspects, the resonance of the law has reached expectations. However, I feel my spiritual power is yet to reach the absolute peak. Maybe I can sedint and accumulate a bit more. Expecting to formally begin breaking the Eighth Level barrier within a month."
Upon hearing this, the Nolun Wizard slowly nodded, his eyes showing gratification and anticipation: "Very good. Since you’ve decided, then for this month we’ll stay here waiting, witnessing the addition of another Eighth Level Wizard to our Nolun Workshop."
The other accompanying Seventh Level Wizards nodded in agreent.
For official wizards with lifespans of thousands of years or even longer, a month’s ti was rely a fleeting mont.
The chance to closely observe a Seventh Level peak wizard breaking into the Eighth Level offered invaluable insights for their own future journey.
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