I hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
"Come to think of it, can I get hold of some land?"
"What do you need land for?" Greva, who was reading documents at the nearby table, turned his head with a strange look.
"To grow some medicinal herbs."
"Potions?" Greva had initially wanted to tell her not to dabble in other fields for no reason and to just focus on mastering her own magic, but when he thought of her absurd strength as a Saint of Magic and Martial Arts, he gave up on that thought. "All right. Magical potions, then. If you like them, that's no problem."
"Not just a small plot of farmland, though. Um... come to think of it, I met my teacher once."
"Your teacher?" Upon hearing that word, Greva instinctively turned his head. "You mean..."
"The one who taught me. She has tons of students as strong as me under her, and some are even stronger. Teacher originally hid deep in the mountains researching magic, but recently she discovered some secrets about the nature of the world. She needs a great many people and fields for experiments and research, along with a supply of magical potions."
Greva swallowed.
If Ye Jing's student was already a Saint of Magic and Martial Arts, how strong must her teacher be?
How could such a force exist in this world?
He was the dignified president of the Magic Guild, yet all the Mages under him combined could not even produce a handful of Saint Magisters.
And she was telling him that one person had trained a whole group of them?
No, that was not all. According to Ye Jing, that teacher seemed to have... cracked the secrets of the world's nature?
Greva had studied magic for many years. He could