And as he left the lecture hall, whispers of his feat followed in his wake.
The bustling courtyard of the Lushan Academy was abuzz with chatter as students gathered in small groups, discussing the day's events and sharing tales of magical prowess.
Wuxie, Dan, and Minjun found themselves in a quiet corner, their voices mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.
"I can't believe how much you've improved, Wuxie," Dan remarked, his eyes filled with genuine admiration. "That lecture today was something else. You were like a seasoned mage up there."
Wuxie grinned, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Thanks, Dan. I've been studying day and night, trying to catch up," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.
Minjun nodded in agreement, his gaze flickering with mischief. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. Mr. Studious over here," he teased, nudging Wuxie playfully.
