"The silver grade scales over thousands of points, and that means I had lots of low-grade silver cores, and few of the mid-range. As for those high grade… I believe I got none…"
He analysed this weird occurrence, finding it quite acceptable as a result. After all, like the bronze rank, there were three stages in the silver grade.
He was now at the mid-stage of the bronze rank. And what awaited him was the high-stage of it after crossing one thousand- and two-hundred-point mark.
To become a silver rank spirit master, William needed to cross the one thousand and five hundred mark. And it seemed like a long journey for him.
"Few more of these battles, few more of such heavy harvest, and I'll be able to do it before arriving at the Scorching Land," he consoled himself, while resisting the urge to go and absorb the two gold cores he had.
