"..." Ely looked at her 3rd disciple.
After she thought about it, her first three disciples had golden blonde hair. She once wondered whether everyone who carried a hero's bloodline possessed this characteristic. But, she threw that thought aside after meeting her 4th, 5th disciple, and so on.
Ely opened her grimoire to check out about the academy she would visit.
Lost Prayer was so reliable as a general knowledge informant. As long as it wasn't some special secret, she could get all kinds of information. All she had to do was pray to this silver-gold grimoire. The Mythical-tier artifact was genuinely formidable.
'So, we only need to register ourselves as special guests. Cultivation is hopeless for me. Peran learn more about the concept of magic there? U.h, the most important thing is to draw more spotlight so those big shots can make their move. Something big is about to happen here, making the nature spirits anxious.' Ely closed her grimoire and put it back into her subspace.
