Hao Ren entered a real magic tower for the first time, but the environment inside was nothing like he had imagined. In fact, it was like a well-planned, clean, and brightly lit research facility. Every floor of the tower was either a reference room or a laboratory, while the apprentices lived in neat, orderly dormitories—and there was even a dormitory supervisor here, an old female Werewolf...
Of course, there were also plenty of things that matched the word "magic," such as magic lamps floating in midair and alchemical brooms that automatically swept the floor. Vague arcane aberrations could often be seen wandering through the air. They were temporary, harmless lesser lifeforms that had escaped from the magic tower's energy well. But these things only made the tower seem novel and interesting; they did not make it strange or frightening in the slightest.
"I always thought all the mages living in high towers were gloomy, with spiderwebs and years-old grease covering every corner of the magic tower, and even the floors being black," Hao Ren whispered to Becky. "That's how they always are in the movies."
"Even the most old-fashioned High Tower Faction mages aren't like that," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, the Association combines High Tower Faction and Academy Faction mages, so it couldn't possibly be that gloomy. And this is an academic facility, a place for research. How could anyone work without proper lighting?"
Ofra was walking beside Hao Ren and had naturally heard their conversation. She could not help laughing. "Do you know whose magic tower is the brightest?"
"Whose?" Hao Ren answered casually. "Someone who studies holy light?"
Ofra shook her head. "Master Dubai's magic tower. It had been brilliantly lit for an entire century, and Master Dubai was one of the finest necromancers on the