Looking at the magic ritual appearing on the desk, Li Qing was silent. He felt like a naive little lamb entering a hideout in the unknown depths of the abyss, where countless devils lurked.
After all, it seemed like everyone else among the thirteen people was quite accustomed to it.
Two hours passed after the explanation of the magical meanings.
Rosenberg: "Does anyone have any questions, students?"
Seeing everyone remain silent, Rosenberg clapped his hands, smiling, "Everyone, your meditation skill has at least engraved one line, so this Saint Summoning should be quite easy. Or rather, as long as you can sense your spiritual power and release spiritual fluctuation, there should be no problem.
Today's lesson is over. I need you to complete your Saint Summoning ritual before tomorrow's class. This is your homework, um, I hope everyone can complete it smoothly."
But Rosenberg's tone was revealingly malicious, obviously expecting some students to fail.
