As Yinla spoke, he explained, "If it weren't for the talent brought by this rare blood, my improved spell, apart from its faster condensation speed, would probably have no advantage over the original Pure White Swiftblade... This is a spell to facilitate learning other blood spells in the next step."
In other words, this is an etude.
"Yes, I understand. Thank you for your explanation."
The junior blood mage nodded politely in response, and then the others couldn't contain themselves any longer. Mages interested in blood magic began to ask questions: "Ira, the spell [Blood Rain], when double-cast..."
"I have a question, if blood consumption is related to..."
"By the way, Yinla, you wrote about that in your paper 'Hematopoiesis'..."
Is it really true that they are mages? This group of monsters who pursue truth were just casually exchanging gossip about Yinla a moment ago, but now, as soon as someone asks an academic question, they can't help but start asking questions.
This is quite normal, after all, Yinla is probably the only person in the Tower of the Pure White who can answer questions about blood magic... There is no dedicated school of blood magic within the Tower of the Pure White.
Amidst the cacophony of questions from the crowd, Yinla was almost overwhelmed with questions, but at that moment, a light cough came to her rescue.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough... Is it Yinla back?"
Amidst the noise, the crowd parted to make way, and Yinla looked up at the woman who was coughing incessantly, with healthy wheat-colored skin, wearing a light robe, and her hands adorned with numerous rings.
"Cough cough cough... Long time no see."
In response to the woman's words, Yinla lowered his head slightly, adopting a very humble and respectful posture... This was a rare sight, even towards a king, he rarely bowed in such a manner.
But the woman before him was different... She taught him how to acquire the means to survive in this world.
"Long time no see, Instructor Kiara."
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