Chen Xinmi's spiritual black cat squatted nearby, watching everything with a sorrowful expression, its face helpless.
Lin An's attack had been ineffective. His body instantly passed through Chen Xinmi as if through a layer of smoke, and he quickly bounced off the ground to distance himself.
Chen Xinmi sneered, "You're a wizard, understand? Born with it, yet greedily trying to learn the ways of the Witch-hunting Knights. With such talent, and still unable to master more than a few witchcraft spells by now."
Lin An did not speak, merely frowning as he thought of a solution.
"Utterly foolish!" Chen Xinmi continued, "Witchcraft varies from person to person because everyone's soul is different. Every little difference is our spirituality. It's what sets us apart, the greatest power of us wizards."
