Several years later.
Benjamin, who was conducting an experiment in the laboratory, suddenly received a communication.
He opened the light screen. There were only a few short lines on it: "Please proceed to the conference room of Noren Academy 1 as soon as possible after receiving this message to attend a meeting."
Below were the meeting's start time and teleportation authorization.
Benjamin glanced at the signature at the bottom. It was an official document from Noren Workshop.
Seeing this notice, his brows rose.
From the looks of it, the notification had most likely been issued by one of Noren Workshop's two Level 8 Wizards.
"Any wizard who sees this is required to hurry to Noren Academy 1? Interesting. It seems this is no ordinary matter."
Benjamin did not dwell on it. He first sealed away all the experimental data before him, then changed into a formal Wizard Robe.
Afterward, Benjamin activated the Teleportation Array in the laboratory, and spatial ripples abruptly surged forth.
In the next instant, his figure had vanished from the laboratory.
Elsewhere, within Noren Academy 1.
The moment Benjamin stepped out of the Teleportation Array, he keenly sensed something unusual.
Noren Academy 1 was far too lively today.
Noren Academy 1 was the core Academy of the entire Noren Workshop. It was also the first Academy personally established by Wizard Noren when he had first founded the Workshop, so it normally had no shortage of High-Rank Wizards.
But today, there were simply too many High-Rank Wizards in this Academy!
Figures draped in Wizard Robes of every color continually swept through the corridors and floating platforms.
Level 6 Wizards could be seen everywhere, while Level 7 Wizards were no longer as rare as they usually were.
Even within his field of vision alone, several Level 7 Wizard auras