The green-robed mage noticed the commotion around him and immediately realized he had misspoken.
He wanted to argue, but was worried that the more he said, the more mistakes he'd make, so he could only direct his frustration at Zhao Yi.
The green-robed mage's eyes were practically on fire as he looked at Zhao Yi.
If looks could kill, Zhao Yi would have been torn to pieces already.
If it weren't for Zhao Yi's nonsense, the green-robed mage wouldn't have misspoken, and the Magic World wouldn't have been brought to a crisis.
The Sage class of the Spirit Realm had been stable for hundreds of thousands of years, with no Sages falling.
No Sage falling meant there was no pathway for ascension.
Countless geniuses could only quietly fade away in the end.
Now, suddenly, it's being said that the Magic World actually has a spot for a Sage.
How could anyone sit still after hearing that?
At that moment, no one paid any mind to Zhao Yi and Xu Yue'Er.
