Deep within Locke's soul, a Plane Gate automatically evolved within a mental domain. Thus, both his soul and body remained where they were, while his mind entered the special plane known as the Emerald Dream through the Plane Gate within the mental domain.
Witch Catherine placed him on her own seat. At the same time, Fafnir, who had been using a spell to conceal his form, appeared in the meeting room. His body was in a shrunken state.
Witch Catherine curled her lips and looked at the Golden Dragon Fafnir. "Well? I won this time. This child has adapted very well to the Cloud Marsh Wetland."
"Has your opinion of him changed?"
The Golden Dragon Fafnir swung his tail unhappily and circled Locke, who was unconscious. "My opinion of him has never changed. He's excellent, with very pronounced strengths, but also very pronounced weaknesses. I simply didn't expect him to awaken the special ability possessed only by the True Dragon Clan so quickly—Super Intuition."
"With this special ability, basic research will indeed become much more convenient. His intuition will become his greatest weapon."
Witch Catherine said, "But my opinion of him still hasn't changed. He hasn't adapted to the Cloud Marsh Wetland. You know the difference very well, Catherine."
"He merely used his talent to make the Cloud Marsh Wetland accept him. His weakness still exists—his ability to work with a team."
"There's also his insufficient understanding of the higher paths. I've observed him. Wizard Daniel is progressing faster than him in this regard."
The Golden Dragon Fafnir suddenly said, "Catherine, perhaps that outstanding young First-Ring Wizard who graduated from this academy and whom you rejected could also grow faster than this little dragon."
Witch Catherine calmly glanced at the Golden Dragon Fafnir. "You're far too afraid of the unknown."