Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Magic Test
Feng Ping assumed A Dai was simply being respectful by avoiding uttering his teacher’s name, so he didn’t press further. Smiling, he said, “You’re a young man who honors his master and respects the Dao. Excellent! Truly worthy of being under my Tiangang sect. Come, let’s find a place to talk properly.” With that, he grabbed A Dai’s arm and started walking.
A Dai had no intention of going with him, but Owen had instructed him not to be disrespectful toward members of the Tiangang Sword Sect. Helpless, he allowed Feng Ping to pull him along as they walked toward the area behind the Mercenary Guild.
Behind the Mercenary Guild lay a large training ground where mercenaries without active missions usually practiced their martial skills. As they entered, numerous people were already engaged in honing their techniques. Upon seeing Feng Ping, many greeted him warmly, calling out “Brother Feng” or “Commander Feng.”
Feng Ping exchanged greetings with everyone before pulling A Dai to the center of the training ground. “Alright, this spot will do,” he said. Drawing the great sword from his back with a reverse grip, he smiled and added, “Since you cannot reveal your master’s name, let your senior uncle guess instead. After exchanging just a few moves of your Tiangang Sword Technique, I will surely be able to determine which senior brother you study under.”
A Dai stood there foolishly, unsure what to do. Having only just entered society, he was like a newborn infant, knowing nothing at all.
Feng Ping said, “Draw your sword! Let your martial uncle guide you through a few moves.” As he spoke, he gripped his sword with both hands, and a faint white light flickered from its tip—this was the Sheng-Sheng Battle Qi.
Seeing Feng Ping unleash the Sheng-Sheng Battle Qi, A Dai felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if Uncle Owen had come back to life to spar with him. Since his uncle had said he belonged to the Tiangang Sword Sect, then this man before him must indeed be his martial uncle. Drawing his own Tiangang sword with a reverse grip, A Dai respectfully said, “Martial Uncle, please instruct me.” Scenes of Owen guiding him with a tree branch kept flashing in his mind; A Dai’s eyes turned slightly red. Raising the Tiangang sword high with both hands, he let out a loud shout, and the Sheng-Sheng Battle Qi surged forth powerfully, trailing a streak of white light. Just as he would normally slash through ocean waves, he suddenly swung downward. That relentless momentum immediately forced the red-haired giant who had followed them to retreat several steps.
A bright light flashed in Feng Ping’s eyes as he exclaimed loudly, “What impressive spirit!” Gripping his broadsword with both hands in a reverse hold, he suddenly swept upward, meeting A Dai’s blade squarely.
A Dai felt the Sheng-Sheng True Qi within his body rolling out like ocean waves. The white Battle Qi instantly produced faint ripples. With a sharp “clang,” the two Tiangang broadswords collided mid-air. The rebounding force made A Dai involuntarily step backward. In feeling, the cultivation level of this martial uncle before him seemed inferior to that of Uncle Owen.
Feng Ping took three consecutive steps back before finally steadying himself, his heart filled with shock. The sword energy emanating from Adai’s blade was precisely the Sheng-Sheng Dou Qi that the Tiangang Sword Sect proudly claimed as its own. Yet, unlike his own technique, the strike delivered by this young boy before him simultaneously unleashed three waves of Dou Qi, each matching Feng Ping’s in intensity, while the depth of cultivation seemed even superior to his own. As far as he knew, none of his senior brothers could have trained such an outstanding disciple. Adopting a strategy of retreating to advance, Feng Ping erupted with his full Dou Qi, transforming into a streak of rainbow light as he suddenly lunged toward Adai. This was precisely the move “Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun” from the Tiangang Sword Techniques.
The previous clash greatly boosted Adai’s confidence. Letting out another loud shout, he again slashed forward with his sword, employing once more the simplest chopping strike among the nine Tiangang Sword Techniques he had learned.
Feng Ping watched as Adai’s Tiangang Sword strike met his own, yet found himself unable to change his technique. For some reason, he felt that Adai’s sword move had sealed off every possible angle around him, leaving no option but a direct confrontation. Clang! Another soft ring sounded. Adai stepped back once more, yet simultaneously neutralized Feng Ping’s attack. Their exchange immediately attracted numerous mercenary onlookers. These mercenaries were mostly low-ranked, possessing limited martial skills, capable only of watching the spectacle and cheering loudly.
Feng Ping landed firmly on both feet, his breath slightly uneven. He dismissed the surrounding mercenaries and pulled Adai aside, praising him: “Excellent swordsmanship, kid! You must be one of the most outstanding among the fourth generation of our sect. Quick, tell me, which senior brother taught you?”
A Dai sheathed the Tiangang Sword back into the large leather scabbard on his back. After a moment of slow thinking, he said, “I… I don’t know my master’s name either. He only taught me sword techniques.”
Feng Ping replied, “Then tell me, where is your master now?” In his mind, several senior brothers with profound martial arts skills were currently in secluded cultivation within the sect. As long as this foolish boy revealed his master’s whereabouts, Feng Ping was certain he could identify which senior brother it was.
A Dai’s eyes reddened as he said, “My master… he… he has already passed away.” Thinking of Owen’s death, sorrow welled up in A Dai’s heart, and tears streamed down his face.
Feng Ping was startled inwardly and exclaimed, “What did you say?” He kept questioning A Dai, who, having no other choice, described Owen’s appearance in detail. Yet, no matter how hard Feng Ping pondered, he couldn’t recall which deceased senior brother matched the description. It seemed they would have to wait until returning to the mountain to ask their master.
“Ah Dai, how did your master die?”
Ah Dai knew he couldn’t answer that question. After hesitating for a long while, he finally said, “He was killed by a group of men dressed in black. I don’t know why either. Before my teacher died, he told me to wander the continent, and that’s how I ended up here.”
Feng Ping patted Ah Dai on the shoulder and said, “Alright, don’t be too sad. How about this: in a few days, come back to the mountain with me. I’ll take you to meet our Great-Grandmaster; he will surely seek justice for your master.”
Ah Dai was stunned, thinking, Could Uncle’s master also have had a master? But he didn’t dare ask. Instead, he said, “Senior Apprentice Uncle, I… I can’t return to the mountain with you just yet. Before my teacher died, he instructed me to complete several tasks. Once I’ve finished them, I’ll go back with you.” What he most wanted to do now was register as a mage, and the other was to quickly return to the Illusionary Forest to see his teacher, Goris. If he went with Feng Ping to the Tiangang Sword Sect, it would inevitably cause considerable delay.
Feng Ping frowned and said, “What is so urgent that it must be done immediately?”
Ah Dai kept his head lowered and replied, “Senior Uncle, please don’t make this harder for me. These are all my master’s private matters. Before he passed away, he specifically instructed me to handle them as soon as possible.”
Feng Ping sighed and said, “Very well, then come with me.” With that, he led Ah Dai into a small room behind the Mercenary Guild. The Red Lion Mercenary Group, to which Feng Ping belonged, was a first-rank mercenary organization and enjoyed modest fame across the continent. He had originally intended to recruit Ah Dai into the group, but seeing his current condition, he decided to abandon that idea.
Feng Ping took a small cloth pouch from a cabinet and handed it to Ah Dai, saying, “Take this for your journey. After you’ve settled your master’s affairs, return here to find me. I’m usually around; even if I’m not, I’ll definitely be back within a month. At that time, I’ll take you back to the mountain. Be careful on the road—the continent isn’t very peaceful these days.”
Holding the heavy cloth bag, A-Dai, who had once been a thief, knew merely by touch that it was filled with money. “Senior Uncle, thank you, but how can I accept your money?”
Feng Ping’s expression darkened. “Why be so polite with your Senior Uncle? We are all family; helping each other is only natural. By the way, A-Dai, don’t you have a proper name?”
A-Dai shook his head. “Ever since I can remember, I’ve always been called A-Dai.”
Feng Ping sighed. “You must have suffered greatly in your childhood. A-Dai, although we exchanged only two moves just now, I sensed that your Sheng Sheng Battle Qi is no weaker than mine. What stage have you currently cultivated to? It seems you have mastered the principle of endless regeneration even better than I have.”
Ah Dai scratched his head and said, “I’ve cultivated the Shengsheng True Qi to the fourth realm; I should be close to the fifth.”
Feng Ping was startled inwardly. He himself had only reached the fifth realm of Shengsheng True Qi last year. How could this child, who appeared so simple-minded, have progressed so rapidly? One must understand that after surpassing the third realm of the Shengsheng Technique, each subsequent realm becomes exceedingly difficult to attain. Among his master’s generation, only one or two had ever reached the eighth realm, with the supreme ninth realm achieved solely by their grandmaster. When Feng Ping himself was around this child’s age, he had just barely entered the third realm, yet even that had greatly satisfied his master.
“The fifth realm is already quite impressive. You must continue striving diligently; surely, you will one day bring great honor to our Tiangang Sword Sect.”
A Dai nodded and said, “Uncle Master, I certainly will.” He had already made up his mind: once he found Teacher Golis, he would devote several years to diligent cultivation.
Feng Ping said, “Since you still have many matters to attend to, I won’t keep you any longer. Perhaps another time, we can meet again to catch up.” Feng Ping walked A Dai all the way out of the Mercenary Guild before finally stopping. Under Feng Ping’s concerned gaze, A Dai did not dare head straight to the Mages’ Guild; instead, he walked a long distance away, turned a corner, lingered there for quite some time, and only then doubled back. This was not because A Dai had grown cleverer, but rather because instinctively he felt it would be somewhat improper for Feng Ping to see him entering the Mages’ Guild.
“Kid, I think you’ve gone to the wrong place,” a low voice remarked.
Just as A Dai stepped through the entrance of the Mages’ Guild, his mind still lingering on his warm-hearted uncle master, the sudden words startled him. Glancing around, he saw that in the center of the hall’s floor was drawn a huge magical hexagram. On the front wall hung a large white wooden board listing several dozen names, categorized from highest to lowest. At the very top was the title “Archmage,” followed by no names, only the words “Vacant.” Below that came “Grand Mage,” with one name listed. Further down were “Senior Mage,” “Intermediate Mage,” and “Junior Mage,” with the most names appearing under “Junior Mage.” Beneath the wooden board stood a counter. Within the entire hall, the only person present was an elderly man clad in a yellow mage’s robe, seated behind the counter. Clearly, it was this old mage who had just spoken.
A Dai scratched his head and tentatively asked, “Isn’t this… isn’t this the Mages’ Guild?”
The old mage remained seated and replied, “Indeed, this is the Mages’ Guild. Please leave; none of our mages are willing to become mercenaries.”
A Dai was taken aback. The old mage before him had clearly mistaken him for someone from a mercenary company. He quickly waved his hands and said, “No, no, I’m not a mercenary. I’m here to take the mage ranking test and claim my reward.” Finally, he had found the Mages’ Guild. He wondered what he would look like once he put on the mage’s robe.
The old mage was startled and said, “You’re not joking, are you? Warriors studying magic? That’s truly rare.”
Ah Dai blinked his eyes and said, “Why can’t a warrior learn magic? Besides, I truly am a mage! Uncle said I’ve at least reached the level of an apprentice mage.”
The old mage frowned. This lad dressed as a warrior didn’t seem to be joking. Yet, since he carried the broad sword of the Tiangang Sword Sect on his back, his martial skills must be considerable! How could he possibly have studied magic? Magic isn’t something just anyone can learn; it requires exceptional talent. Considering that he himself had practiced for so many years and remained merely an apprentice earth mage, and without any noble title, he could only serve as a gatekeeper here. Looking at this foolish-looking boy before him, there was no way he could be stronger than himself. Beckoning Ah Dai over, he said, “Come here.”
Ah Dai took a few steps forward until he stood before the old mage. The old mage examined him carefully and said, “No matter how I look at you, you appear like a warrior. However, since you’re willing to undergo the test, please pay the testing fee first. If you pass, the fee will be refunded to you; if you fail, the money naturally belongs to the guild.”
Ah Dai was stunned and exclaimed, “The test costs money? Why didn’t Uncle ever mention that? How much is it?”
The old mage held up five fingers, gave them a little shake, and said, “Not much—just five gold coins.”
Five gold coins? A-Dai began counting on his fingers: one gold coin equals ten silver coins, which equals one hundred copper coins; one copper coin can buy two steamed buns. That means five gold coins could buy a thousand steamed buns! A thousand steamed buns? That would be enough to feed him for several months. Stammering slightly, he said, “Uncle, c-could you make it a bit less?”
The old mage snorted disdainfully. “Less? How can it be less? There are rules. If you don’t have the money, then leave quickly. Come back when you’ve gathered enough.”
A-Dai touched the pouch Feng Ping had just given him, gritted his teeth, and took it out, hoping it contained silver coins—perhaps that would barely add up to five gold coins. He placed the pouch on the table, untied its string, glanced once more at the old mage, and opened it. As soon as the pouch was opened, both A-Dai and the old mage froze in astonishment, for inside was a bag brimming with gold coins, among which were seven or eight purple amethyst coins.
The old mage couldn’t help but remark, “Judging by your shabby attire, I never expected you to be so wealthy.”
A Dai cared little about the amount of money; as long as he could take the magic test, become a mage, and fulfill Owen’s wish, he would be content. He took out five gold coins and handed them to the old mage, asking, “May I take the test now?”
The old mage snorted and said, “I never imagined someone dressed so shabbily could be so rich. Very well, wait here for a moment.” With that, he walked through a small side door toward the inner hall.
After a short while, the old mage emerged alongside a mage in blue robes. “Branch Master,” he said, “this is him. Just look at his warrior’s attire—how could he possibly be a mage?”
The blue-robed mage, who appeared to be only in his forties or fifties, glared at the old mage upon hearing this and said, “Old Huang, you are becoming increasingly presumptuous. Although we mages hold a noble profession, you must not treat outsiders in such a manner! If other branches learn that we have tarnished the reputation of mages, I will face serious trouble. Do you perhaps no longer wish to guard the front gate?”
The old mage hastily offered an apologetic smile and said, “No, no, Branch Master, I realize my mistake and guarantee it will not happen again.”
The blue-robed mage nodded in satisfaction and walked toward A-Dai. A-Dai clearly sensed a powerful mental fluctuation emanating from the mage standing before him, clad in blue robes.
The blue-robed mage spoke kindly, “Young man, are you here to take the mage test?”
A-Dai nodded and replied, “Yes, I’ve already paid the fee. Shall we begin now?” With the money Feng Ping had given him, he wanted to finish things here quickly so he could return to the steamed bun shop and repay the owner. They had treated him so well; A-Dai always felt deeply indebted to them.
The blue-robed mage smiled gently, extended his hand toward A-Dai, and said, “Take these five gold coins back first.”
A Dai froze for a moment, then hurriedly exclaimed, “I… I really am a mage! I don’t want any money; please test me right away.”
The blue-robed mage smiled and, pointing at the old mage, said, “Young man, I apologize on his behalf for his earlier behavior. We do not charge any fees for mage testing. He deliberately made things difficult for you because you didn’t look like a mage. Here, take your money back. I will conduct your magical test immediately.”
Only then did A Dai accept the gold coins from the blue-robed mage’s hand and carefully put them back into his pouch. Before he could urge further, the blue-robed mage said, “Follow me.” Under his guidance, the two entered the inner hall.
The inner hall was a square room. As soon as A Dai stepped inside, he felt strong magical fluctuations emanating from the walls and ceiling all around him.
Noticing the confusion in A Dai’s heart, the blue-robed mage said, “Since this place is used for testing, defensive barriers have been cast into all the walls. You may go all out shortly without any worries. My name is Jige, and I am the branch president of the Mage Guild in this city. Alright, you may begin.”
A Dai was taken aback. Begin? Begin what? Having come to the Mage Guild for the first time, how could he possibly know how to proceed with a magical test? “Uncle Jige, I… how do I begin?”
Jige frowned slightly. As the only Archmage in this city, everyone usually addressed him respectfully as “Archmage Sir,” yet this young lad before him had called him “Uncle,” which felt somewhat awkward. However, being naturally broad-minded, he would not bother arguing with a child. Calmly, he said, “Just cast the spell you are most skilled at and that has the greatest power. Whatever school of magic you belong to, use a spell from that school.”
“Oh,” A Dai replied. The one he was most skilled at and that possessed the greatest power should be Fire Meteor. Recalling the incantation, he was just about to chant when he noticed Jige still standing right in front of him. Kindly, he said, “Uncle Jige, could you please move aside a bit? I’m afraid my magic might injure you.”
Zigui smiled slightly and said, “If your magic cannot harm me, then cast it without worry.” In his mind, given A-Dai’s age, he could be nothing more than a novice mage at best.
Just as A-Dai was preparing to undergo the mage rank assessment, Feng Ping, inside the Mercenary Guild, was filled with regret. He paced back and forth in the room, muttering to himself, “How stupid of me! How could I let that boy A-Dai leave? The death of fellow disciples is a major matter within our sect; I should have returned first to report it. Ah—how utterly foolish! No, I must immediately rush back to inform our Grandmaster; otherwise, if this is investigated later, my responsibility will be enormous. A-Dai has already been gone for a while; never mind, there’s no time to look for him now. I’d better head back to the sect and make my report first.” With this thought, Feng Ping quickly packed his belongings, gave a few instructions to his subordinates, mounted a swift horse, and galloped at full speed toward the city gate.
The back hall of the Magic Guild.
A Dai chanted, “Oh, fire elements filling heaven and earth! Grant me the power of burning. In my name, I borrow your strength. Appear, scorching flames.” With two hissing sounds, two deep blue flames instantly materialized in A Dai’s palms.
Jige was startled. The ability to unleash blue flames proved that the casting mage had reached at least an intermediate level. He dared not be careless and quickly recited an incantation, conjuring a Water Guardian before himself. As the chant progressed, a layer of pale blue ripples appeared in front of him, immediately blocking the heat radiating from A Dai’s fire spell.
However, A Dai’s magic was not yet finished. Slowly bringing his hands together toward the center, he chanted loudly, “Ascend, orbs of flame.” Under the influence of astonishing spiritual energy, small fireballs, each about three centimeters in diameter, continuously condensed upon the blue flames, floating in midair. A flash of sharp light flickered in A Dai’s eyes as a vast swarm of blue fireballs surged toward Jige like an overwhelming tide.
Zigezan declared, “Very well. A Fire Meteor of considerable power. Guardian of Water, in your name, I borrow the water elements of heaven and earth. Condense—Ice Wall!” Under the incantation’s effect, a thick layer of solid white ice instantly formed before Zigezan.
“Thud, thud, thud-thud-thud…” The blue fireballs continuously slammed against the ice wall before Adai, each one leaving deep marks upon its surface.
Originally, Zigezan had assumed Adai’s Fire Meteor possessed only the power of a single wave of attacks. However, he never expected the fireballs to come endlessly, bombarding without cease. Within moments, cracks began appearing across the ice wall, which started to crumble. Helplessly, Zigezan stepped back twice and conjured another Ice Wall.
Adai did not wish to stop his Fire Meteor; anxiety gripped his heart. His magical energy was rapidly depleting under such intense usage. The ice wall before him blocked all his attacks, forcing him to continually direct the Fire Meteor against it. In his mind, breaking through Zigezan’s defense was the only way to pass.
A Dai successfully broke through two ice walls. Just as Jige unleashed a third, his magical energy finally ran out. His face turned pale, and the blue flame in his hand gradually flickered out. His body went limp; overwhelmed by intense exhaustion, he was forced to stop, gasping for breath. A deep sorrow filled A Dai’s heart. Why? Why couldn’t I even pass the basic magic test?
Jige’s surprise was even greater than his own. Although A Dai had exhausted his magical power, Jige hadn’t found the defense effortless either—though this was partly because he had only been defending.
Withdrawing the ice wall, Jige walked over to A Dai and praised him warmly, “Young man, you’re truly impressive! At such a young age, you already possess such remarkable magical power; your future knows no bounds! With your level of magic, why didn’t you cast a stronger spell? Though Fire Meteor grows stronger with increased magical power, it remains merely an intermediate-level spell and can never unleash its full potential.”
A Dai kept his head lowered, murmuring softly, “I… I only know how to use Fire Meteor. It’s the spell I’m best at. I… I’ll be leaving now.” Having said this, he turned and headed toward the exit.
Jige quickly called after him, asking in surprise, “You haven’t yet claimed your mage badge and monthly stipend! Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
A Dai was stunned, pointing at his own nose as he asked, “Can I receive a magic badge even without passing the test?”
Only then did Jige understand that this rather foolish young man before him, who actually possessed considerable talent, had thought he failed the test. Smiling gently, Jige said, “Child, your performance was already excellent. Given your level of magic, you have fully reached the standard of an intermediate mage. If you were capable of casting slightly more advanced spells, you might even attain the realm of a high-level mage. After returning home, seek further guidance from your teacher. I hope that when you come for testing again next time, you will pass the assessment for a high-level mage. Child, at your age, apart from clergy members, very few can reach such a level.”
A Dai’s heart swelled with joy as he exclaimed, “Are you saying I’ve passed the certification for a junior mage?”
Jige replied, “No, you have passed the certification for an intermediate mage. Wait a moment; I’ll fetch the registration form. Once I register you, you will officially become an intermediate mage.”
“Thank you, thank you very much, Uncle Zig.”
Zig frowned and said, “Don’t call me ‘Uncle’ anymore; from now on, call me Archmage Zig.”
Having passed the magic test, A Dai was overjoyed; he had finally fulfilled one of Owen’s wishes. Excitedly, he said, “Yes, yes, thank you, Grand Magician Kege.”
Kege gave a slight nod, walked to the wall at the back, chanted a few short incantations, and as a blue halo flashed by, a small door appeared. Under A Dai’s astonished gaze, Kege opened the door and stepped inside.
A Dai thought enviously, “Grand Magician Kege’s mastery of magic is truly profound! I wonder if Teacher Goris possesses such ability. Once I return to my teacher, I must study magic diligently under him.” In A Dai’s heart, the dazzling art of magic held far more interest than the tedious practice of martial skills.
Just as he was thinking this, the door leading from the inner hall to the main hall suddenly opened. The old magician rushed in with a panicked expression, glanced at A Dai, and asked, “Young man, where is the branch president?”
A Dai replied honestly, “He said I passed the test and went to get the form.”
The old mage was momentarily stunned, then remarked with a hint of jealousy, “I didn’t expect you to actually pass the test. Youth is so impractical—learning both martial arts and magic, be careful not to end up mastering neither.”
A Dai quickly nodded and said, “Yes, my uncle used to tell me the same thing. Thank you for your guidance.”
A-Dai’s politeness only made the old mage feel somewhat awkward; he cleared his throat twice and said nothing more.
“Why is it taking so long! Is the efficiency of your Mages’ Guild always this low?” A clear voice, like the chime of silver bells, came from the direction of the main hall.
The door opened, and A-Dai felt his eyes suddenly brighten, as if the entire back hall had been illuminated by the person entering. Standing there was a young girl who appeared to be fourteen or fifteen years old, resembling an angel. Her pale blue hair was styled into two braids atop her head. She stood about 1.6 meters tall, dressed in a pristine white gown untouched by dust. On her fair face dimpled two shallow indentations, while her lively, large blue eyes looked utterly captivating. A thin layer of anger flickered across her features; one hand rested on her slender waist, while the other brandished a small magic staff merely one chi in length, as she glared discontentedly at the old mage. Due to her twirling motion, the staff’s design remained indistinct, yet A-Dai instinctively felt it was certainly no ordinary wand. Most remarkably, the young girl emanated a faint aura of divinity, enhancing her resemblance to a celestial fairy.
A-Dai’s eyes were completely fixed, straight ahead. When had he ever seen such a refreshingly beautiful and ethereal woman! Compared to her, Xifei seemed like a firefly next to the bright moon. His stupefied gaze was immediately noticed by the young girl. She snorted angrily, pointed her staff directly at A-Dai’s nose, and exclaimed, “You big dummy, what are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a beauty before!”
Adai lowered his head, his face flushed red, thinking to himself that although the girl was very pretty, her temper was far too volatile—much worse than Xifei’s. Only Yatie truly treated him well.
The old magician smiled apologetically and said, “Little Miss, why don’t you wait up front? The branch master has gone to fetch something and will be back shortly.”
The young girl pouted and replied, “No, I’ll wait for him right here. Hurry up and bring him to me! Your efficiency is far too slow. If I weren’t urgently in need of money, I would never have come to such a wretched place.”
Just then, Jige finally emerged from the door in the wall, carrying a bundle of items. Upon seeing the scene before him, he froze momentarily, glanced at the fuming young girl, and asked the old magician, “Old Huang, what’s going on here?”
The old mage, upon seeing Zig, visibly relaxed and said with a wry smile, “I don’t know what day it is today. Usually, we hardly have even one person come for a magic test in an entire month, yet today two have arrived at once. This young lady also wishes to take the magic test. Please, go ahead; I’ll head out front.” With that, he hurriedly walked out.
Jige handed the item in his hand to Adai, saying, “Young man, you’ll just have to wait a moment. I’ll register you after I finish testing this young lady.”