The vast stellar light cascaded down, enveloping everything in a faint starlight glow. The battlefield once strewn with corpses had been swept spotless by the starry sky.
An Su thought to himself.
What exactly is this old guardian emitting?
You still have to grind it out from birth!
At his current level, just glancing at it made it impossible for him to copy this demigod-level magic.
"If you copy this magic of mine and succeed, I'll teach you magic,"
Merlin's reasoning for this was simple,, one was because he found it rather interesting, and the second was the thought of sending An Su away sooner.
It's not that I won't teach you, but that you lack the perceptiveness.
Most saints, faced with such a situation, would wisely know their limits and retreat, not wasting anyone's time.
This tactic of Merlin's worked every time. All the saints who came to learn, upon witnessing this sacred demigod magic, promptly left, including that genius Holy Maiden.
