Time flowed like water.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed by swiftly.
It was time for the annual apprentice testing once again.
On the Star Highlands,
Flags representing different camps and Nobles were unfurled.
Duke Mei Ni looked toward a corner of the camp where a group of talented civilians, with the aid of the Wing of Hermes, had also arrived.
On the contrary, the Shadow Spiders seemed unenthusiastic about sending trainees for education, preferring to cultivate internally.
In fact, the families of warlocks on Adison Island, more or less, knew some information about the wars on The Continent of the Warlocks, as most of the apprentices they sent died unnatural deaths, which served as the best proof.
Some progressive factions left behind one or two talents for cultivation within the family.
However, the traditional power that had been established for so long was also extremely strong, and many Warlock Families still chose to trust The Continent of the Warlocks.
