Beneath the corona, the temple's warm air was filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees from all around it.
Lanchi sat on the stone steps, feeling the breeze over the verdant mountain cliffs and enjoying this dreamlike leisure, his expression relaxed and content.
Although the principal rarely proctored exams personally, whenever he did, he had to make sure the examinees felt no pressure.
From a distance, he watched Karen making a card.
Soft light spilled across the worktable, illuminating it like a sacred altar. Karen was like a Saintess guarding the temple, her movements clean, decisive, and tranquil.
When making cards in the Shadow World, the main materials usually came from first disassembling the Magic Cards brought in, then processing and remaking them.
That was also why many useless Purple Rare Magic Cards known as "blanks" could still be sold for a decent price.
Of course, the strange plants and scraps from the slabs in this temple could also serve as good materials, as long as one understood how to use them and could blend them in the right proportions.
Several kinds of natural green plants and flower petals were neatly arranged inside the toolbox on Karen's table.
She placed the box before the worktable and gently stroked each plant, as if communicating with them through Mana. She took a green plant resembling a feather from the box, placed it in a special grinder, and gently ground it with a jade handle.
As she ground it, green powder drifted from the grinder, every particle carrying a unique magical aura. Then Karen picked up a small bottle of specially prepared transparent Magic Ink and mixed it with the green powder, adding a little lime. During the blending process, the magical fluctuations swirled like a whirlwind, dancing through the ink