Timothy was speechless.
He had just arrived in this world and found himself as a disciple of the Demonic Sect, and before he knew it, he was whisked away to the talent-rich Sky Sanctuary.
He had forgotten that although the continent of Elant was home to many practitioners, the vast majority were like the people of the Red Moon Kingdom—ordinary folks without a shred of spiritual power, completely unrelated to practitioners.
The skills displayed by the wizard in front of him were enough to cause a stir.
"Lord Wizard, the statue has arrived."
Just then, a minor official weaved through the crowd and whispered to Wizard Malakar.
"It's finally here!"
Instantly, a look of excitement flashed across Wizard Malakar's face.
Tossing aside his half-read book, "The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners," he scanned the gathered crowd with enthusiasm:
