By evening, the reception hall was brightly lit.
Above the dome, floating crystal stones emitted a golden radiance.
At the center of the hall stood a dining table hundreds of meters long, laden with specialty refreshments from the various civilizations.
Automated puppets of every shape and form hurried through the crowd carrying drinks, while a faint fruity fragrance filled the air.
Level 6 and Level 7 Wizards gathered in twos and threes, holding wineglasses as they conversed quietly.
Since the vast majority of Wizards communicated through mental power, the entire hall was unexpectedly quiet.
Yet to the Wizards, the hall was still clearly alive with the bustling atmosphere born of colliding thoughts.
Finally released from the "little black room," Benjamin used Alchemy to mold himself a new black Wizard Robe. He patted his face to wake himself up a little, then slowly entered the hall.
Almost the instant he entered, quite a few nearby gazes turned toward him in unspoken accord.
After all, because Benjamin had been researching alongside Savien every day, both his name and that of the Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol had already spread throughout the exchange conference.
If it had merely been a special stabilization technology meant to assist low-level Wizards, then no matter how widely it spread, many people here would not have cared.
To put it bluntly, quite a few people present already had one or even several similar technologies attached to them.
But with Savien added to the equation—especially the fact that Benjamin could conduct joint research with Savien—the value was entirely different!
Quite a few people were deeply interested in this young Wizard.
It was only because they feared Savien's reputation that no one had dared disturb Benjamin over the past month.
But today's welcome cocktail party had been held precisely so everyone