"So much time has passed, wasn't it said that it only required one day?"
Within the Beihai Dragon Palace, the youngest son of the Duke of Wei paced back and forth in agitation, much to the amusement of another, older magician who watched with a wry smile.
"Second Young Master, there's no need to be so anxious. You warriors naturally have great lung capacity and consume more air; your anxiety only increases that consumption. It's not that I can't handle it, but we should save some spiritual power for any unexpected changes," the elder advised.
"Ah..." The young lad was taken aback, touching his head with a sheepish smile, obviously a bit embarrassed.
His family, under his father's tutelage, held sorcerers in high regard, and on a regular basis, the young ones were taught the basics of techniques to facilitate cooperation with talented children of sorcerer families. In this aspect, the Northern Aristocratic Family did exceptionally well.
