Ron walked past them, and they abruptly ended their conversation, casting him a complex glance before turning away to immerse themselves in their struggle for survival.
Arriving at the next class, this time, he arrived early and chose a position at the front.
Before he could settle into his seat, he heard the whispers of a few apprentices in the back row.
"Look, it's him, the one who stood out in Master Eric's class just now."
A short-haired female apprentice deliberately raised her voice and looked provocatively at Mira.
"Hmph, another so-called genius?" Another voice with habitual disdain said, "Mira, it seems you have yet another competitor, one coming to take your place this time."
Mira's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her calm: "Everyone has their own path."
"Yes, just like your path has been circling in place all this time," the short-haired female apprentice mocked:
