Slovin, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, saw Fang Heng making a move. He lifted his eyelids and was about to give a few words of advice when he realized something.
Eh?
What he saw shocked him a bit.
What was going on?
Why was there such a huge difference between him now and him five minutes ago?
No way? Could it be that this kid was really a genius in alchemy?
That was impossible! No matter how much of a genius he was, the change would not be that drastic.
Or was he hiding his strength?
Was there a need to do that?
It didn't make sense...
Slovin's mind was in a mess. He saw that Fang Heng was getting more and more skilled in drawing the mageweath, and the surprise in his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Ten minutes later, Fang Heng stopped drawing the magic array halfway and looked up at Slovin.
