Borgna's reaction did not escape Zhou Xu. Although he appeared to be telling Wright an amusing story, he was actually saying it for Borgna's ears.
A mage's cultivation depended most heavily on talent. The fact that Gilt had reached this point proved that his talent was beyond doubt. Breaking through to the Saint Realm was merely a matter of time.
Zhou Xu's purpose was to tell him that there was always someone better, and that the sky stretched beyond the heavens. He shouldn't think his meager skills were so impressive when there were plenty of people far stronger than him.
"Speaking of which, I'm fairly skilled in fire-element spells myself. Why don't you and I discuss them?"
At those words, Borgna had yet to react, but Wright beside him was visibly dumbfounded.
From Wright's perspective, when this fellow had been chatting with Elder Halan just now, he had clearly said that he was skilled in wind-element spells. How had he suddenly become skilled in fire-element spells as well?
Zhou Xu paid him no mind. As he spoke, he spread open his palm. Accompanied by the rapid chanting of True Words, three small fireballs quickly condensed into existence and began spinning continuously in his palm.
Before Borgna could examine them closely, the three small fireballs smoothly fused into one, condensing into a larger fireball.
This was actually the same spell: Flame Missiles!
However, Zhou Xu had mastered the complete incantation. Through his own control and adjustments, he could perfectly control the size and number of the Flame Missiles.
He could even control the flight path of every individual Flame Missile.
He had already demonstrated this ability when he made the three Flame Missiles circle in his palm earlier.
Beyond that, even after the True Word Spell had fully condensed, Zhou Xu