"Lilia Devant, please stand up."
Vera's gaze fell on a figure in the middle of the conference hall.
It was a tall girl with long purple-black hair, seemingly around the age of eighteen, with a beautiful appearance.
She stood up slowly, her movements graceful and natural, without a hint of surprise or excitement on her face, as if this outcome had long been within her expectations.
Lilia wore a deep green Apprentice robe, with a silver belt around her waist representing the identity of an Intermediate Apprentice.
Three small emerald gems embedded in the belt indicated her talent level in Natural Magic.
Those once timid and downcast eyes had now become firm and cold.
Like a cold pool on a high mountain, exuding a kind of icy detachment.
"Congratulations, Lilia."
Vera nodded with a smile, a clear expression of approval in her amber eyes:
"Your talent and progress speed in Magic Potion Making are considered rare even in the history of the Jade Tower.
