"Alright, next question," Mistra said. "How do you know whether a technique has been performed perfectly or not?"
"We use natural treasures," the warrior answered.
"Oh? What kind?" Mistra asked in interest.
"Wind Blade Seed…"
SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING!
Suddenly, over ten different books appeared in the air, which opened and closed at nearly the same time after rapidly shooting through all the pages. Then, several more pages were added to the primary booklet.
The warrior just looked at Mistra with an uncomfortable expression.
On the side, Shang didn't react, but he once more was reminded of the sheer difference between the old Dean, George, and a powerful Mage.
