In the study of the City Lord's Mansion, Jeming was immersed in a sea of knowledge.
A dozen memory crystals floated around him, each emitting a different colored glow.
Jeming's spiritual power extended like countless tentacles, simultaneously probing these crystals, greedily absorbing the knowledge within.
This was his twenty-seventh year in the realm of Ayers.
Twenty-seven years, enough time for a generation to grow from birth to adulthood for ordinary people.
But for a wizard, it was just a small interlude in a long life.
During a break, Jeming opened his eyes and glanced out the window.
The newly built City Lord's Mansion sat in the center of the city, replacing the once gray and black Divine Hall.
From the window, one could see neat streets, scattered houses, and new communities under construction in the distance.
Twenty-seven years ago, this land was shrouded by arrays of stimulation and cognitive modification.
