"...You?"
The Witch's eyes widened in disbelief.
Although, in everyone else's eyes,
the newcomer was shrouded in mystery, impossibly profound and unfathomable—
she happened to be the one person who knew Bai Zhou's situation!
Among everyone present, only Bai Zhou's spirituality was concealed by that mysterious cloak.
But she would never forget the faint spirituality around Bai Zhou, like a Candle Flame...
She could spit on it and drown that tiny spark.
A novice who had just entered the supernatural world had not even learned how to walk properly, yet he wanted to repair Magic Patterns that looked like heavenly scripture?
Even she had decisively given up after studying Magic Patterns on her own for a few days.
The flashy, complicated Magic Patterns made her dizzy. They reminded her of the calculus she had learned during her freshman year...
If she could not understand it, she simply could not understand it. If she could not do it, she could not do it. There was no forcing it.
After all, every supernatural being had limited talent.
It was already difficult enough to specialize in one field and achieve something. Trying to learn too much meant you would inevitably fail to digest it all... That was common sense in the Mystic World.
—Well, "common sense" for most people.
In the Mystic World, where talent was so highly manifested, Bai Zhou, whose height had already reached five feet five inches, clearly did not fall into that category. Yet no one knew it.
—Of course, there was an even more important reason.
The study of occultism could not be separated from all kinds of practice, observation, and training.
And none of that could be done without rare materials.
Like Expert Li's quill pen and glowing paint from earlier...
—All of that cost money!
"You..."