"20 Mental Power units!"
Inside the Meditation Room, Ian drew a deep breath.
At that moment, he could feel that his Mental Power had reached its limit.
"The Mental Power limit during the apprentice stage is 30 units. Generally speaking, once wizards reach that limit, they choose to advance. But some with abundant resources choose to buy precious potions and materials to forcefully raise it further."
Ian fell into thought.
Talent was extremely important to wizards, a gulf difficult to cross—but not one that was utterly impossible to overcome.
However, the resource cost required was simply too great.
Even Ian would find it difficult to bear.
Fortunately, he did not need to consider that. He only needed to study knowledge in peace and improve his talent.
This was also his greatest advantage.
"And now, the progress is about to catch up completely!"
Ian took a deep breath.
By now, he had nearly finished revising some details of his Meditation Method, making it more suitable for himself.
The cost of doing so had been small, but its significance was immense.
It meant that the Meditation Method was drawing ever closer to Master Level—a huge sum of talent points.
It could bring him another step closer to Silver Moon Level.
In the blink of an eye.
A month passed.
During this time, Ian occasionally returned to the school and learned that it had completely integrated into Grayrock Street.
Grayrock Street was not to be underestimated.
It sounded like nothing more than a single street, but it referred not only to the main street, but also to a vast surrounding area.
It covered an enormous expanse, and its jurisdiction likely held tens of thousands of people—ordinary folk as well as wizards.
Being able to take part in it was a good thing for