Ronan sat cross-legged on the small bed and gently unscrewed a bottle of blue potion held in a beautiful crystal vial.
After briefly admiring the potion's hazy color and the countless tiny bubbles suspended within it, Ronan drank the entire bottle in one gulp.
He closed his eyes and meditated.
The Spiritual Power fluctuations spreading from him rippled out from beneath his gray robe like rings of transparent water, making the hem of his robe sway faintly.
For the current Ronan, meditation was still the process of having white points of light "draw spirals" through the dark void in his mind.
Only, after taking the potion, that pure darkness receded considerably, and the white points of light spun with increasing smoothness.
This continued until the dark void swept back in, the white points slowed, and eventually returned completely to normal. That proved the effects of the Spiritual Power-enhancing potion had been entirely exhausted.
Ronan opened his eyes.
A white owl perched on the windowsill, while the pocket watch on the table ticked away, showing that more than half an hour had passed.
Ronan got up and walked to the window, casually taking out a Low-Level Magic Stone from his Storage Waist Pouch and feeding it to the owl.
The owl pecked his palm rather humanly, said, "Thank you," and then set down a beautiful envelope tied with a pink ribbon.
A sincere invitation to Your Excellency.
Ronan briefly read the letter delivered by the owl. It was an invitation.
A pair of wizards would be holding their wedding that afternoon in the small square on the eastern side of the academy, and they had invited him to attend.
Ronan shook his head and tossed the envelope aside with some exasperation.
He did not know either of the newlywed wizards mentioned