Those Senior Grandmasters' faces were a sight to behold as they watched the newcomer taking his sweet time coming toward them.
Just when was the last time when someone disregarded them like this? Only someone like the Senior Grandmaster Magic Smith could act like this in front of them.
But who was Jacob? He was a nobody from the Common Plains who had used his lifetime of luck on getting that 'inheritance.' At least, that is what most of them thought.
"Cough…" The Old Elf, name, Bart cough lightly to announce their presence.
Jacob dismissively averted his eyes from the equipment and finally looked at those five Senior Grandmasters.
Rita squinted her eyes when she saw Jacob's eyes were as tranquil as a lake. There wasn't even a ripple when he saw her.
Bart smiled amiably as he spoke, "Young Friend, Jack, let me introduce you to these Seniors. We will be judges of your test. I have already introduced myself. I'm a Senior Grandmaster Pill Alchemist, Bart."
