Chancellor Neville just couldn't wrap his head around the idea that there could be anyone more powerful than Prince Enlightenment Body.
In the midst of his thoughts, Nolan slowly opened his eyes.
He gently caught a falling cherry blossom, his gaze shifting, as if harboring endless depths in his eyes.
His luxurious brocade robe fluttered in the wind, his presence both graceful and intimidating.
A mystical aura, unlike any other day, transformed into a breeze, stirring up whirlwinds.
The cherry blossoms swayed beautifully in response.
Admiring murmurs could be heard from around, yet no female disciples dared to approach Nolan easily.
After all, Nolan was smitten with Goddess Sylvia and had long vowed his unwavering loyalty to her, a fact well-known throughout the land.
Chancellor Neville bowed awkwardly, "Your Highness, your enlightenment this time seems much more profound than ever before. What have you realized?"
