"No."
"I'm very sorry, then," the apprentice said, shaking his head, his tone still respectful.
"The tickets for the next sailing of the Skybound were sold out six months ago. You can register for the one after that, in another six months, but…"
He paused. "The waiting list is long. You'll be waiting at least two or three years."
Ian said nothing.
He just slowly raised his head.
HUMMM!
A subtle yet substantial Crystalization Force Field quietly spread out from him.
The Force Field wasn't strong, only covering a ten-meter radius.
But the pressure, born from the transformed Soul Essence of a Level Two Wizard, seemed to make the very air congeal.
The apprentice's face instantly turned ashen.
He took an involuntary half-step back, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The other Wizards in the hall also sensed the disturbance and turned to look.
Their eyes held surprise, curiosity, and a hint of fear.
A Level Two Crystalized Wizard was a top-tier power on the East Coast.
