Hun Mu and Jie Zhuzhu had been studying the random teleportation spell until they passed out.
When it came to Origin Magic, they could discuss it enthusiastically.
It was probably like two top students debating the Dao. They might each have their own biases, but they also had their own insights and ways of thinking.
But this random teleportation spell was already on the level of an incomprehensible heavenly text for the two of them.
Forget the complete spell—even a single basic component left them clueless about how it had been constructed.
They'd been studying it for ages, and before they knew it, they'd fallen asleep right where they sat.
They had only just passed out.
Then came a rumbling crash, and they saw a mountain of diagrams covering the ground.
What was this supposed to be?
Was this how mages did things?
Iz: "Inspiration?"
Lu Cang nodded. "Yeah. Inspiration."
Hun Mu and Jie Zhuzhu: Inspiration, my ass.
Whoosh!
Countless sheets of paper rose into the air as Iz examined them one by one.
This time, Iz looked exceptionally serious and focused.
Lu Cang simply sat off to the side, calmly sipping iced tea.
Drawing all these diagrams had left his brain feeling overheated. He felt like he needed to find a way to improve his memory.
He hadn't expected that even with such high spirituality, he'd still need to work on his memory.
With his current level of spirituality, everyday life was practically like having a photographic memory.
He could read a book once and remember every word without any trouble.
But...
When faced with a workload this terrifying, he'd realized that his memory still had its limits. He didn't truly remember everything at a glance.
"Mm... Mm-hmm."
"Just as I thought!"
As Iz continued reading, an inscrutable smile