When Li Yao asked Lin Xiaowei, she too stood there blankly, staring at the statue in a daze.
Even without Li Yao saying anything, Lin Xiaowei felt that the statue looked familiar—or rather, it felt familiar. But because this Jade White Stone sculpture had been carved in a rather artistic style, Li Yao and Lin Xiaowei could only make out part of the face beneath its hood.
The exposed portion had a delicate, attractive chin, and the corners of its mouth seemed to carry a faint smile.
It looked as though she were out enjoying the countryside, her expression relaxed and lovely.
Bright, crystalline sunlight spilled down from the sky onto the jade-white statue, making it radiate a soft white glow.
It looked exceptionally holy.
Lin Xiaowei muttered in a daze, "...The Saint Mage was a woman!"
Li Yao: "..."
He looked at Lin Xiaowei beside him in surprise. "So you didn't know your first Big Boss was a woman either?"
Master Kentji, who had walked ahead, immediately frowned. Big Boss? What kind of ridiculous name was that?
Lin Xiaowei quietly explained to Li Yao, "For some reason, the Association sealed away all detailed information about the Saint Mage. We only know about the Saint Mage's achievements in magic, in building up the mage community, and in developing mages' spiritual civilization. We don't know any specific personal information about her."
As a result, over time, the Saint Mage had almost become a symbolic figure.
Guiding mages back time and again from the brink of reckless death-seeking and losing control.
This was what they had been taught for a long time. Whenever young mages asked about it, their teachers, elders, and even parents would answer this way.
Gradually, everyone seemed to have accepted that setting.
And besides,
the Saint Mage, who