On the thirtieth underground level of the Group 2 Research Institute, Wizard Zalan Bailey entered Wizard Sith's office.
Wizard Zalan Bailey looked up at Wizard Sith, who possessed immense Magic Pressure and terrifying imagery and loomed before him like a sky.
"Teacher Sith, I'm back."
A delighted smile spread across Wizard Sith's face. He stood and gently applauded. "I knew it. The moment you entered the institute, you released your Magic Pressure. Of course I knew that your Magic Pressure had broken through the shackles of 9,999 and completed the second transcendence of your racial soul's limits."
"Very good. You did very well, Zalan Bailey."
"Zalan, many newcomers have arrived at the institute recently. It's just a pity everyone has been so busy. Otherwise, I could introduce you to them. You would become very good friends."
Wizard Zalan Bailey smiled faintly and said dismissively, "No, forget it, Teacher Sith. After becoming a Second-Ring Wizard, I discovered that many interpersonal relationships had become unnecessary burdens. I now view all things in a more essential way."
"Those things aren't what truly matter."
Wizard Sith froze for a moment, then smiled. "Indeed. As a Second-Ring Wizard, your perspective is completely different from that of a First-Ring Wizard. Zalan, I truly didn't expect you to become a Second-Ring Wizard before the Truth Institute left. You really gave me quite a fright."
"Can you tell me about your experience in achieving success?"
Wizard Zalan Bailey smiled. "During my five years at Golden Crown Mountain, I helped a Second-Ring Wizard conquer a plane as part of the Dragonblood Gathering's plane exploration project. In return, he gave me an opportunity to use that plane's World Stone."
"However, the conquest itself was carried out by that Second-Ring Wizard. I merely helped out from the sidelines."
Wizard Sith nodded.