The air around buzzed with noise.
"Waku Waku! (Go master! Go master! Go!)"
Six water elves waved their cleaning cloths up and down, pretending they were an energetic cheerleading squad.
Brice crouched next to the water elves, lit a cigarette, and exhaled:
"Starting with a storm of spiritual power, oh water elves, your master might be heading to the infirmary soon."
Brice looked at the white-haired An.
This novice mentor seemed to have been the champion of the fiftieth second-tier mage competition at Bei Country Royal University.
The competition at Bei Country Royal University was one that emphasized actual combat abilities, and it had even led to a number of fatalities.
"I need to stand back a bit, wait, the cigarette is backwards..."
Brice corrected his cigarette and preemptively took out bandages and healing potions from his backpack card.
An's toes lightly tapped the ground, her blue eyes seemingly piercing through Chen Qi's every move.
A storm of spiritual power!
