Wind Rhythm Advances, a New Storm Inscription, Entering the Storm Eye-The One Who Should Run Isn't Me!

Wind Whisper Academy.

Wind Abyss.

Seventh floor.

A howling gale, visible to the naked eye, surged from the cracks in the earth veins. It was an eerie black, as though it would tear everything to pieces.

At the edge of the seventh floor.

Nicole raised her right hand, the specially made high-grade Witchcraft Artifact on her wrist shielding her from the gale.

But even so.

She still felt as though she were about to be torn apart.

"I've only just advanced to Mid Second Ring. I can barely stay at the edge for a while, but going deeper is still difficult."

Under pressure from wind elements at this level, Nicole felt terrible all over. Yet whenever she saw that figure in the distance, the corner of her mouth twitched. "Ian."

Her gaze turned toward the very core.

Within the black storm, a figure stood steadily, like a stone.

It was Ian.

There was not even a trace of elemental fluctuation around him, yet when the storm swept past, it was as though it had simply ignored him.

"That Wind Rhythm of yours—even your old man can only manage this much."

A voice came from behind her.

Nicole turned around and saw her father staring at that figure with a complicated expression.

Though he was only Peak Second Ring.

He was nowhere near as powerful as someone like Kieran. He was merely an ordinary Late Second Ring Wizard raised up with resources.

Even he.

Could not do what Ian was doing.

Wind Rhythm at this level did not belong to Wind Whisper Academy's top genius, but to someone from Four Symbols Academy.

He was his son-in-law.

Then there was nothing to worry about.

"Lord Gunnar, Nicole."

Ian had finished this round of cultivation and walked out, greeting them when he saw