Refocusing his thoughts, Long Su reminded himself that distractions, especially those of the heart, could hinder his progress in mastering the art of drawing the sword.
In other words stay away from girls specially the beautiful one
With renewed determination, he redirected his attention to the magazine in his hands, an invaluable resource for aspiring spellcasters like himself.
The prospect of delving into the arcane mysteries held an allure that surpassed the ephemeral nature of romance.
The magazine's pages were a treasure trove of practical knowledge for those seeking to see what the spellcasters do in now a days.
Elucidating various techniques of meditation and unveiling methods for harnessing the power of spells, it even offered a tantalizing glimpse into the realm of metamagic.
This vast wealth of information enabled low-level spellcasters to enrich their understanding and broaden their horizons.
Apart from the instructional content, the magazine also featured riveting tales of daring adventurers exploring otherworldly realms and conquering treacherous dungeons.
These captivating narratives not only ignited the imagination but also served to inspire readers in their own magical pursuits.
It was a testament to the magazine's widespread appeal that it found its way into the hands of aspiring mages across countless realms.
Just as Long Su was immersing himself in the magazine's captivating world, a soft voice gently interrupted his reverie.
"My name is He Yi, and I am a new student at Sederth University," the girl beside him introduced herself with a hint of shyness.
Responding in kind, Long Su offered his name and revealed their shared destination.
"My name is Long Su, and I am also headed to Sederth University." Compelled to show respect, he momentarily set the magazine aside, fully turning his attention to the conversation at hand.
As they discovered a common interest in the spellcaster's path, He Yi probed further, inquiring about Long Su's background in magic.
Explaining that he was merely an enthusiast and not a practicing mage, Long Su could not help but crack a slight smile, subtly acknowledging the potential for growth that lay ahead.
He Yi, seized by the fortuitous nature of their encounter, seized the opportunity to reveal her own origins and expressed a hopeful sentiment.
"I am also interested in spellcasting. I am from Tian City. If we are fortunate, perhaps our paths will cross again in the bustling market of Sederth."
Her gaze met Long Su's as she spoke, her enchanting eyes brimming with an unspoken emotion that seemed to transcend the confines of their chance meeting.
Sederth University as one of the top ten universities across the Dragon Kingdom have the ability to make a huge city full of students
so it's not a problem for a single student to not meet more then eighty percent or even more of the students who study in Sederth University
Long Su, basking in the unexpected companionship of the lovely He Yi, sensed a promise of shared experiences to come.
The monotony of the long train ride ahead seemed to dissipate, replaced by an air of anticipation and camaraderie.
Yet, the burgeoning connection between Long Su and He Yi was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a strikingly handsome young man, his entrance imbued with an unmistakable air of confidence.
"Fu Xinyue," he introduced himself with a hint of hubris, his eyes momentarily flickering towards Long Su before ultimately resting on He Yi.
Evident discomfort washed over He Yi's face as she recognized the persistent presence of her classmate.
Fu Xinyue's self-satisfied smirk revealed that their encounter was no mere coincidence but the product of calculated effort.
Settling into the seat beside her, Fu Xinyue was quick to engage He Yi in conversation, effectively commandeering the blossoming rapport between her and Long Su.
A tinge of regret pervaded Long Su's thoughts as he observed the overt display of entitlement.
The genuine opportunity to forge a connection with He Yi, marked by the simple yet meaningful act of helping her with her bag, was now sullied by the intrusion of Fu Xinyue.
Finally arriving to the train station of Sederth City , he walk directly to on of the many office with big words
"new students reporting "
examining the documents, ushered Long Su towards a another small building adjacent to the bustling train station. "Hello, junior. Come with me."
Inside the building, Long Su was guided to a lounge area where a scattering of fellow freshmen, easily identifiable by their youthful countenances, had already begun to congregate.
"Classmate, sit here for a while. We will set off back to school after an hour."
Accepting the senior's instructions with a respectful nod, Long Su settled into a vacant chair, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his future peers. As the room gradually filled with the nervous chatter of newcomers
Long Su settled into the station lounge. A nearby boy struck up a conversation, an eagerness in his voice that suggested a yearning for camaraderie.
"Brother, where are you from?" he inquired, his eyes conveying a sense of warmth and curiosity.
"From North City," Long Su responded, offering a measured glance as he assessed the boy's friendly demeanor.
Extending a hand in greeting, the boy enthusiastically introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you! My name is Pan Zhihao, and I'm from Taejin City." Long Su accepted the handshake, reciprocating the gesture of goodwill as he shared his name in return.
Taejin City, like North City, was nestled within the North Province, a common thread that wove its way into their burgeoning connection.
As their conversation unfolded, it became evident that Pan Zhihao hailed from a prosperous family.
His father, a distinguished knight of the fifth level , embodied the pinnacle of martial prowess, while Pan Zhihao himself aspired to follow a similar path, having applied to the Knights College at Sederth University.
In contrast, Long Su's chosen path diverged towards the enigmatic realm of spellcasting, his ambitions rooted in the Mage Academy.
Yet, despite their differing aspirations, the two young men found common ground in their shared anticipation of the journey ahead.
As their discourse continued, Pan Zhihao's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes darting about the lounge before locking onto Long Su's.
"Have you heard the newest information?" he murmured, his tone rife with intrigue.
"What did you hear?" Long Su leaned in, curiosity piqued by the secretive nature of Pan Zhihao's inquiry.
With a dramatic flourish, Pan Zhihao revealed the source of his excitement.
"Some of the new students, at the tender age of sixteen, have already attained the coveted third level of mastery!"
Long Su's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice laced with incredulity as he questioned the veracity of such a claim.
"What?! But it's only been two months since the awakening ceremony! How could anyone have possibly achieved such a feat in so little time?"
A knowing chuckle escaped Pan Zhihao's lips as he explained the various factors that could propel individuals to cultivate their abilities at an accelerated pace.
"Don't you understand? It's not unheard of for some people, blessed with exceptional talent and guided by their families resources"
" to receive high-level meditation techniques or breathing methods tailored to their unique constitutions. When equipped with such advantages, rapid progress is not beyond the realm of possibility."
He continued, his voice tinged with awe,
"And let's not forget the myriad of potions that can bolster one's ability to absorb faith points."
" Consuming these elixirs at the first level can catapult a practitioner's cultivation speed to unprecedented heights."
Pan Zihao paused for a moment before adding another layer to the tapestry of possibilities.
"Moreover, while ordinary individuals experience their awakening ceremony at sixteen, others may undergo this transformative process at an even younger age."
" Some, as young as thirteen or fourteen, might stumble upon their awakening naturally."
" And there are those who, born with an innate affinity for the mystical arts, might experience their awakening at an age as tender as eleven or twelve."
Long Su, perplexed by this revelation, sought clarification. "How is it possible to undergo the awakening at such a young age?"
Pan Zhihao, clearly relishing the role of enigmatic sage, replied with a sly grin,
"Ah, don't you understand? For those with the wealth to acquire an entire array of enchanted artifacts and exotic scrolls from far-flung realms"
" the awakening process becomes far more accessible than for those of more humble means. After all, the awakening rate for ordinary individuals pales in comparison to those born with the silver spoon of mystical knowledge and resources."
Pan Zhihao information really opened long su eyes to the real life
Rich people always open a short road to their younger generation