The heavy door of the quiet room silently closed behind him, isolating the aura of the Seventh Level Wizard within.
Jeming stood in the dazzling corridor, breathing a slight sigh of relief.
Even if Dionysius Spencer appeared amiable, the intangible gap in life level still brought an indescribable sense of oppression.
After walking a few steps, he saw those First Level Wizards.
They had not left but were excitedly talking in low voices at the end of the corridor, each face brimming with irresistibly exuberant excitement.
Seeing Jeming come out, they immediately gathered around him, eyes filled with gratitude, even a hint of reverence.
"Lord Jeming!" The leading wizard respectfully saluted, tightly clutching a crystal test tube in hand, within which a brilliant ray of light slowly flowed—the reason for their delight and excitement.
Dionysius Spencer was indeed worthy of being a Seventh Level Wizard, generous in his actions, directly granting each wizard a strand of Plane Origin.
