"Beck!"
Ian looked at the figure in the distance. Still thin, with another star added to the badge on his chest.
He was following behind Doug.
"Promoted to Junior Potion Master in five months. His potion-making talent isn't bad either!"
Ian's gaze flickered.
Beck was certainly aiming for a Cultivation Sequence. Becoming an Intermediate Potion Master was probably a long shot; he was likely trying to advance to a Second-class Wizard.
The only question was how many Mental Power Runes he had condensed.
Five months ago, these people had already reached ten. By now, they had probably reached at least thirteen or fourteen.
"This is what a Second-class Talent is like!"
Ian felt a surge of envy.
Among Ian's cohort, including the Servant Witches who had been eliminated, there had been at least eight hundred to a thousand people, yet only three possessed Second-class Talent.
Considering that those with wizard talent were already one in a hundred among ordinary people, they could be called one in tens of thousands.
"But I'm almost there too!"
Ian's gaze hardened.
His talent had reached 215 now. He was only 35 points away from 250. In a few months, he should be about there as well.
Coming back to himself, Ian turned his attention back to the meeting.
Today's agenda was simple: confirming the specific arrangements for heading to the front line.
It had nothing to do with Ian, so he merely listened.
The meeting soon ended.
The crowd dispersed.
Ian went to the third floor and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Ian walked in and saw Vivian seated behind a desk, with someone else standing before it.
With a face full of beard, he was the very wizard who had glared at Ian during the earlier meeting.
When he saw Ian enter,