Celebration Ball (3)

As Ang's strength gradually returned, he wasted no more time and swiftly withdrew from the scene with Aisha.

Before leaving, he cast several spells to thoroughly erase the residual mana fluctuations and scents left by the two of them. Even the spatial traces were meticulously smoothed away.

The rift in that Water Elemental Plane closed, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ang completed those exquisite sealing and concealment spells in only a few minutes, yet invisibly covered up a secret conflict that might have brought disaster upon them.

They did not know that one week after they left, the Magic Guild dispatched a high-ranking investigator—an Archmage clad in deep blue robes.

He carefully searched the area for two days, yet failed to find the slightest clue.

Whether spatial fluctuations, elemental residue, or spiritual imprints, everything had been wiped clean.

In the end, he could only leave with confusion and disappointment written across his face, writing six words in his report: "No evidence. Abandon investigation."

Meanwhile, the sun shone brightly in North Wind Territory.

Ang sat in a wicker chair outside the Wooden Hut, a magic notebook spread across his knees as one hand absentmindedly teased the water Elemental Spirit sitting beside his leg—Eluvia.

Eluvia waved her tiny arms, puffed up with anger as she turned her head away and ignored him.

Her body resembled a doll carved from crystal, fine mist swirling around her. She looked both mysterious and adorable.

"Brother, Eluvia says she doesn't like you." Leaning against the doorway, Aisha smiled until her eyes curved into crescents.

"Hmph?" Ang raised a brow at Eluvia, looking at her as though she were a little sprite challenging his authority.

Yet Eluvia refused to back down. With her tiny hands on her hips, she lifted her chin and glared back at