Locke arrived at the bedroom of Great Wizard Sura, 30 kilometers from White Dragon Tower. At the same time, using the privilege of being the Potion Master responsible for treating Great Wizard Sura, he ordered the Potion Masters of the Plutarch Family and the Conjuration School wizards beside Sura's true body to leave.
The steward wizard in charge here, a Liquefaction Stage wizard, looked at Locke skeptically. "Mr. Augustine, we need to constantly use Conjuration spells to stabilize the hundred bloodlines within Great Wizard Sura's body, so we can't leave for too long. Six hours at most."
"Also, are you sure we don't need to contact the other two Potion Masters?"
He was referring to the Centaur wizard and the female Potion Master. They had been responsible for Great Wizard Sura's body recently and had carried out strengthening treatments on him.
It had to be said that Great Wizard Sura had calculated everything far too precisely. His entire illness had been deliberately designed, deliberately guiding others to use strengthening treatments to maintain his body. In reality, the strengthening treatments were all supplements that enhanced the body and soul. He had even deliberately allowed large numbers of Bloodline Essence Masters to cast various spells on him, stabilizing and strengthening the Dark Cave Scorpion Woman within his body.
As a result, although his true body had neither meditated nor conducted research, his level of magic improved by leaps and bounds every day, preparing him to become a Second-Ring Wizard.
Locke sensed the Magic Pressure within Great Wizard Sura, which was comparable to that of Witch Sophia, and his face turned slightly pale. At this moment, the quantity of Sura's Magic Pressure was already extremely close to Sophia's. Its quality, however, seemed somewhat lacking.
More than a hundred bloodlines were rampaging through his