Xiu's voice echoed in her mind.
"Do not fret. I am here."
The Magic Stone did not even fluctuate in the slightest bit. It remained in its faint and dull appearance.
"Alright, next student, please." After he was sure that the Magic Stone did not react, the teacher continued to rush the students. He did not even believe that the warlock would conceal himself as an herbalist. After all, the first-year students had undergone stringent tests before they could enroll in the Herbalist Division. How would the warlock have the energy to research the curses and simultaneously learned about herbalism?
Therefore, the teacher was not suspicious of Shen Yanxiao's hesitation at all. He thought that the child looked like a typical thirteen-year-old. He probably could not break through to become a sixth-ranked Apprentice Magician, let alone a warlock.
Shen Yanxiao sighed in relief and hastily walked away from the Magic Stone.
